I'm part of the United States Special Forces, the Green Bresse, and have been for several years now.

In my tenure, I've deployed multiple times to Afghanistan, Iraq, a few months in Syria, several African countries.

I've been to all four corners of the globe and I've seen my fair share of the good,

the bad and the ugly that comes from being part of Socom.

I've got plenty of stories, some more interesting than others, but almost all of them are heavily classified behind red tape that will never

be declassified until I'm dead and gone. However, there was an incident a few nights ago that stuck out from all the others.

Mostly because one, unlike all of our other operations that took as the combat zones across the distant hemisphere,

this one happened right at home in our own backyard.

The enemies weren't a foreign proxy, a group of insurgents, and wasn't even human. Stuff from that night is still weird, and it's not like command is going to give us any answers.

It's the reason I'm bypassing everything I've been told.

Disregarding and putting my ass on the line. I'm bypassing everything I've been told.

Disregarding and putting my ass on the line,

even if I use false information and withhold names.

Plenty of innocent people have died.

As you'll find out, an upper command would sooner bury it than acknowledge the deaths

and give their family's closure.

I don't have all the answers of what happened in that Western Tennessee National Park, but I do have enough to let people know the truth.

Semi-truth anyways.

For safety and privacy purposes I stated previous, I'm withholding a lot of personal information, such as names, exact locations and unit information.

Referring the smallest of that, I don't think even the scary three letter groups could really

trace, even if they cared. I hope they don't.

Like I said, I'm part of a Socom Green Beret A team.

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