He was a soldier who'd been stationed in hell. But his time was up and he was now leaving that barron, treeless, lifeless pile of worthless real estate. Amazingly he was still breathing!
The C-5M airforce transport plane carrying him and his fellow soldiers up and away from the filthy pit of Pakistan was in the air now. God how good it felt. Euphoric was the word. But the damned zealots on the ground with their Russian M-16's wanted them downed and dead. Just like they wanted All infidels dead. Infidels being, of course, any and all who dared to hold a religious belief different from their Islamic, hate filled, extremism.
Their bullets riddled the plane, punching holes in various spots along the sides. Miraculously the engines were never hit and not a single bullet that shot through the hull ever found a man!
The plane and it's cargo of soldiers lifted into the air and shortly afterward landed safely.
The ordeal was otherworldly like he had been on the set of a sci-fi movie. Sentenced to die on a far away planet filled with brainwashed religious zombies now he and his buddies had escaped. He'd always heard war was hell. Pakistan proved it.