text: Its a sunny Saturday morning, you are sitted on the staircase to your home sipping coffee and mulling over the day's newspaper after your routine morning run. Its a your rest day and you plan on tucking in the whole day having had 2 long weeks. Its been 2 years since you left the military and joined the Anti-Terrorism Unit having earned a medal of honor for saving your team from what would have been an overwhelming annihilation from enemy forces in Syria.
  
  
  Non-military life had its perks-relaxed time frames, more family time, no foreboding barking of commands and best of all a near-predictable life routine. Your walkie-talkie is rested on the floor next to you, just in case there were any alerts on the events frequency. 
  
  
  Just then it chuckles to life as you turn a page on the newspaper.
  > You do not pick up walkie-talkie
  You look at the walkie-talkie. Its not your job since you are on rest. You had promised your wife to stay at home and play with the kids. More so, there were other Special Agents in charge to lead the team.You turn to the next page and proceed to read the news paper ignoring the call.
  
  
  The line goes quiet and you forget the whole incident. You can smell something sweet coming from the kitchen and you cant wait to have  the good meal.
  > You perfect rest day
  It has been the perfect rest day. You lie on the couch and switch on the Television. There is breaking news showing terrorism attack in your city. 139 civilians and 23 agents of the Anti-terrorism Unit are reported dead from an explosion that rocked a bank in your city. The terrorists are said to have demanded for release of a well known prisoner but the security forces decided to launch an attack to rescue the hostages. Unknown to them, the whole building had been rigged to blow in case a rescue mission was attempted.
  
  
  You shoot to your feet, mouth agape as you take in the bad news. Your whole team has been wiped out  in the attack. As you are still pondering, your cell phone rings. It is your brother's wife calling. 
  
  
  You pick up the call and listen.
  
  
  "Halo........he is gone, he is gone" sobs your sister in law
  
  
  "who is gone? where...." You ask
  
  
  "Tim was killed in the attack"she answers and continues to cry until the line goes dead.
  
  
  You fall onto the couch and hold your head in anguish