Beirut, Lebanon
United States Embassy
September 6th, 2002
1:05 PM
The American Ambassador to Lebanon, Vincent M. Battle, sighed softly as he combed over some of the latest reports in from Washington; mostly wondering to himself how he got stuck with the job of serving as the chief diplomatic leader in such an unstable country as Lebanon. While it certainly was no Afghanistan, the country was still in the midst of military conflict between groups such as Hezbollah, the Syrians and Israelis; a tense and unstable situation which often made his job considerably more difficult then it had to be. Nonetheless, it was his job, and he knew the place well; so carry on he knew he would.
The Ambassador was soon interrupted by the sound of a knock at his office's door. The knocking sound would force the Ambassador to look up from his desk and momentarily stop the task he was undertaking at the moment.
"Come in" said the Ambassador. The person on the other side of the door was a young Private by the name of Carl Johnson, who had recently been attached to the compound's security detail just a few weeks prior.
"Mr. Ambass...." The private began saying, before he could finish what he was going to say however; he found himself interrupted by the loud sounds of screaming and shouting from the voice of several Arabic sounding men somewhere else in the compound.
"That doesn't sound good" Remarked the Ambassador worryingly, just before gunfire began to engulf the entire embassy.