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In the deepest recesses of Naija’s Northeast, quiet mountains and hills in the underbelly of Adam state quaked vigorously. Sounds of artillery fire and gunpowder competed in distilling insanity and sanctity. Birds revolted by chirruping voices of dissent against the Boko criminal gangs. They polluted the eerie, breezy evening by terminating the need of souls wishing to retire for early night rest.
The cursed Boko gangs came, but have been repelled by Naija forces. The dingdong sound in the trenches and atop mountains conveyed the extent the Boko gangs had been uprooted aground by Naija Sojas. They could not light a fire!
Panic, exasperation and anxiousness replaced comportment and Naija individuals thought the end to their wretched lives had come. But it was all a fluke.
No! Salvation nosed in their backyard at the ninth hour. Wailing voices of trapped Naija individuals turned into laughter. The "Lieutnant Basic Powell," personally led troops on the land assault on invaders.
Boko Haramists had touched sore nerves and they paid dearly, in deaths and abandoned weapons when Naija forces staged repelling combat. For hours, the loud sounds of weapons resonated, but at some point melted into silence. The harmists had been flattened in expiration. The wounded licked their wounds the dead became meals for wild vultures and reptiles.
It was a day and a job accomplished. Troops filed back triumphantly to base, in admirations and cheers by locals. A single nightmare has eclipsed into the joy of a vibrant dawn.
Lieutenant Common Powell and his troops pulled out from the warfront, immediately after another batch of Sojas had replaced the battalion he led to the warfront. He proceeded to the Military Battalion Base in Yola.
At the camp, sojas of the larger "Operation Victory Forever " had just finished their dinner and lighted bonfire for the usual dose of evening time-out. It was a daily ritual which afforded troops time to unwind and review operations of the day to re-strategize.
Mood at the Battalion Base electrified and the sit-out at the camp fire that day was anticipated to be extended. They had an august visitor, General Soldier, Soji, who could neither be served a meal or drink, but would depart satisfied that Naija forces are in good stead.
So, troops waited anxiously and excitedly at his arrival. Quickly, Warrant Officer Barnes , bellowed, "atteeeenshon!!." Soldiers stood erect as they gave their boss warm military salute and compliments. Powell sharply acknowledged the salute with cheers.
He strolled round the file of troops, gazing and smiling at delighted faces. It was his peculiar charming posture which endeared officers and guys of Naija forces to him. Stern, thorough and really disciplined, but his infectious fatherly aura dissolves the most hardened hearts.
The night was very friendly and inviting one such nights exactly where village night crawlers hungered for a play or stroll to the village market place square. The neon rays of the moon brightened the Military Battalion Base, illuminating silhouetted environs. One particular could see far into the darkness, without having blurring pictures.
Lt. Gen Powell echoed "You are welcome back from today’s routine operations. I congratulate all of you! What have been your experiences?" he asked the troops.
"It’s getting a excellent operation," mentioned the Battalion Commander, Brig, Gen. Charles.
Brig. Gen Charles continued, "It was a resounding expedition. We are excited at the exploits. We have been capable to capture some terrorists, and pushed the remnants of insurgents, farther afield outside the shores of Nigeria."
"That’s superior," chipped General Powell. "More comments. Any operational hiccups? " he asked.
Big. Gen. Abraham, the General Commander, chipped, "Sir, it was splendid. And I consider, with the streak of successes so far, we’re positive of finishing the clearance operations in the next handful of weeks in this axis."
"That’s a very good a single too," Lieutenant General Powell quipped.
Having listened to troops speak glowingly about the latest operations, Lieutenant Gen. Powell cleverly shifted focus to what has been boggling his mind. There have been speculations’ about some grumbling soldiers on the warfront. He wanted to hear straight from the troops how they felt about their welfare.
He began, "But generally, I want us to interact and frankly as well. I want to know if there are any operational difficulties you have encountered in the camps."
"I know your fantastic efficiency depends on your dedication and commitment to this assignment. It depends on the extent we meet our own obligations to you. I am your servant and right here to listen to you," General Powell enticed.
There was silence for a although. And then Important Sensible broke the stillness and pin-drop silence.
"I am not sure, there is a challenge, anywhere, sir. We are fed timely and with delicious varieties of delicacies. We have enough stock of arms and ammunitions enough to make Boko Haram terrorists kick their ass anytime, we confront them," Big Clever stated.
An additional officer, who was eager to be heard, added a voice, when his raised hand alone could not attract the needed attention. "Excuse me, sir," Col. Johnbosco pleaded.
"Yes, Yes! Can we listen to Col. l Johnbosco," Powell stated.
Pleasantly shocked, that the General Soldier could determine him by name from a distance, Col. Johnbosco took a deep breath and thundered
"Sir, we owe our Commander-In-Chief, President Mai Gaskiya and your self a debt of gratitude. I have been on the battlefield at various occasions before now. But under no circumstances has it been so superior with us on welfare packages like now under your leadership.
"Just yesterday, my wife messaged me of receiving salary alert for this month, which has 5 much more days to finish. Our operational allowances are paid on a regular basis. I am content we’re content," the Lt. Colonel said.
"That’s alright! And I hope you shall reciprocate the great gestures of President Mai Gaskiya by entirely routing out terrorists from our nation? Asked General Soldier, Soji.
A thunderous "yeeeees" rented the air.
An excited Lieutenant General Powell gave them a brief sermon on why Mai Geskiya has accorded ultimate priority to troops’ welfare.
"The leadership of our nation has recognized that for military to efficiently combat wars these days, specifically, the asymmetrical terrorism warfare, it is significant business. We believe permitting difficulties of welfare of troops either on the battlefield or at it affects their beloved families at house to linger unresolved, means building the cracks of disillusion and defeat of your own troops by enemy forces," Lieutenant Basic Powell explained.
A tall, skinny officer, commanding one particular of the Platoons stepped out to speak. "I have the mandate of my colleagues to extend our appreciation to President Mai Gaskiya and Lieutenant Basic Powell for their faithfulness to us and committed leadership", Col. Jackson stated.
Lieutenant Basic Powell bade them very good night and disappeared into the nevertheless night. He was not headed for a romance of his camp bed. Rather, he veered into the subsequent camp to have a further interface with troops at a unique battalion.
