Episode NotesI Saw the Dragon by John Oak Dalton (A Weekly Spooky Original Story)A soldier of fortune has to hold a hill in a war-torn African country, and spends a long night with ghosts… and something else.Music by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool MerchSupport us on http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a [email protected] episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:When I left Desert Storm in ‘91 all I had done was run Saddam back in his rat hole.We let him off just like my grandpa told me they did to the Nazis back in World War II, when he drove a tank right up to Berlin, and then had to sit there and wait for the Russians to come and trash the place. That was us, in 1991. Got up to Baghdad and pulled the parking brake and sat there.So when my buddy Chisholm started talking about being a soldier of fortune afterwards, just like in the magazines, I was bored enough to try it.We thought we’d be like Crockett and Tubbs, only with less Phil Collins.We signed up with this for-hire outfit, and the first place we mustered out to was this African country that doesn’t even exist anymore. It was run by the government and then the rebels and then the government, and if they were sitting on oil, or had anything anybody else wanted, it wouldn’t have gone on like it did.The only thing they were exporting were refugees, only most of them got shot down at the border, so there weren’t even that many of them.So the government had this Russian Mi-46 copter, and they dropped us in a hot LZ at the top of a big hill where the country’s only television station was. Man, we came in on that thing “Ride of the Valkyries” style with just that one big red light at the top of that tower blinking at us.That big red eye, looking right at us.We were supposed to secure it to keep it out of rebel hands, only when the three of us got there about a half dozen rebels were hunkered down inside. We couldn’t just frag or burn the place so we shot it out with those guys.That was because when it was all over, the president of this country wanted to come up there and make a big speech over the TV to the whole country. He was that kind of guy.Chisholm got it right through the eye so that was the end of that adventure. It wasn’t like he had read in those magazines.The other guy, whose name I forget, got shot in the leg, and it wouldn’t have been so bad but we didn’t even have a piece of masking tape to put over that wound. We weren’t ready for any resistance or much of anything. It was a half-assed thing we did really.Eventually they got bold and kept poking their heads out farther and farther, and finally we got lucky and shot two of them. Then the rest of them ran out the back door and down the hill, and I stormed in the front door by myself because the other dude had already died too. Bled straight out and it shouldn’t have happened. There wasn’t anybody to lay down any covering fire so I could go chase the SOBs that killed my buddy Chisholm. No revenge for me. Again, not like in the magazines.Inside wasn’t much. There was a lobby with a couple of folding chairs, and then a studio about the size of a hotel room, and a room where all the machinery was. VCRs and stuff, all wired together.They still had their lunch set out in the lobby and a coffee pot on and that came in damn handy real quick.I secured the area and waited for reinforcements.It was funny, they had just loaded up all the VCR machines with movies and they were running nonstop on that one TV channel. All the boxes looked like somebody walked out of a Blockbuster back in the States and was racking up hellacious fines. It was illegal-looking as hell, but I guess running movies all day made the average person think the government was going to be okay. No need to panic kind of thing.I guessed it wasn’t going to turn out that way after all. I was up ther