A Beginning

Anyone from the military, please give me an idea for where this could happen and who they could be fighting. Please also let me know if I'm getting any of this right.

There was a hollow thump as the enemy soldier’s corpse hit the ground. Sergeant First Class Martin Bradley allowed the breath he was holding in to escape slowly while keeping the rest of his body perfectly still. The soldiers on the road below him scrambled for cover, leaving their fallen comrade lying face-down in a muddy pothole. Martin had chosen his target for no particular reason, merely trying to hit someone near the center of the group to provide enough chaos for the ambush.

He noticed a flicker of movement near the rear of the convoy and smiled as he watched one of his own men toss a grenade under the trail vehicle. A slight turn of his head to the left allowed him to see another soldier do the same with the lead jeep. The stereo explosions came almost together, boxing in the remaining two trucks and causing the confused enemy soldiers on the road to clot once again near the convoy’s center.

Looking through his scope, Martin tried to figure out who was giving the orders. Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be shouting something and he was not much for reading lips. Martin watched from his perch atop a boulder-ridden hill a few hundred yards away as the other six soldiers began to fire from their positions into the mass of disorganized combatants. He eased the bolt of his rifle back and locked another round. There were only five enemies left fighting, and he took aim at the one who seemed to be returning the most fire at his six concealed friends.

The other four fell quickly thereafter and the skirmish was over with no casualties on the winning side. “Good shooting today, boys,” Martin whispered into his mouthpiece before inching backwards over the hill. “Stay safe and I’ll look for you stateside.”

Martin knew he would never see these men again, though. He would probably never even find out who they were. They were all members of an elite American guerilla unit, individually deployed behind enemy lines to sabotage enemy operations. Martin received his orders via a small satellite phone he carried and would usually sit above a single road for days at a time waiting to snipe a high-profile enemy commander being driven to one conference or another. This particular engagement had been planned weeks ago through the same satellite network. Regular ground troops would be at this position in another day or so to recover the supplies from the remaining trucks; Martin’s job had merely been to cover the small six-man strike force that took the convoy out.

Now he needed to move to another rocky hillside a few miles north. Intelligence claimed several regional commanders would be traveling to a strategy conference at the capital and a few would be using that road. Martin had standing orders to eliminate as many military personnel on the road as possible before the conference so friendly forces could set another ambush. Catching the enemy traveling in a false sense of security and eliminating their top commanders would aid in the demoralization of the enemy ranks and bring victory within reach.