Most knew me as Sabel though full name Isak Sabel. I grew up in a small town called Kiruna in Sweden. My father served in the Södra skånska regementet P7 being a IFV commander. From time to time I visited him at base and I was in awe of the armored vehicles. When I turned 18 I signed up with the Swedish forces and started with myt basic combat training at Markstridsskolan Kvarn. When that was done I transfered to Skaraborgs Regemente P4.
Here I started my training as a IFV mechanic where I later transferred to driver. Opportunity came to further my career and extended my training to IFV commander for a CV9040. I achieved the rank of Korpral and was awarded my own IFV.
From here on we proceeded with multiple joint trainings with NATO forces the last being Trident Juncture 16. On return home we were notified that we will be deploying to Mali as a NATO relief force. We did a 6 month rotation before we shipped back home. Not much to report back besides hot days and sandy winds.
Not too long after returning home we heard about the out break and a call on NATO forces to provide aid in containing the out-break. We were on patrol to scout for possible breaks in the defence lines. We were notified that a friendly bombing run by CDF forces will be conducted close to our position. We halted on point awaiting the bomb run. It was a nice moment of quiet and a perfect time to light a cigarette and take in the views as we waited. Beautiful country this is, such a shame with all that is happening. We saw a single fighter-bomber approach and we saw it ingress towards our location. We immediately abandoned vehicles and started running but it was too late. Bomb hit close proximity to our IFV disabling it. Most of the crew and infantry that was with us sustained fatal injuries. My gunner just made it and tried to aid him back to base. Our radios were badly damaged and failed to contact back to our camp. We set of on foot though sadly my gunner succumbed to his injuries. It was a horrific day.
Lost in a foreign country with no communications or supplies became a daring mission. One hill started to look like another and soon I was lost. I trekked attempting to get back to base without luck and one day lead to another. By the time I came across a friendly camp all was lost. Everything was abandoned and all that was left was droning infected. Heavily dehydrated at this point I passed out.
After time I woke up in a small cabin. Seemed like someone lived there. I started hearing screaming and tried to get outside to see what was going on. Some random strangers killed a woman in front of me and started cutting her up. This was not right, I got scared and started running but still being weak I could not get far before I got caught and knocked out. Last I remember. Now I am sitting here with what seems to be a human bite mark on my right arm and no idea what happened or where I am.