Dream About Assassination Attempt Military Rescue

It was my 20th Birthday and I was drunk as hell. I return to my barracks and knock on my neighbor's door. He answers with a groggy greeting. We talk for a minute before I open my door and say goodnight. I openedmy fridge door to grab another beer when I hear a knock on my door. "hello Greg. You good?" Asks my battle buddy Musky. "Its my 20th birthday I thought I celebrate a bit." I responded. He walks into my room and looks around a bit before saying "Are you sure that's all?" I laugh and give a half smile, "Yeah, I mean I ain't dead yet" He walks out and say be safe or something like that. I turn off my light and lay in bed finishing the bottle. 15 minutes later I hear another knock on my door and call them in. "Hey Russia, sorry to drop in like this but I really need a place to stay for a week or two." A familiar voice says nervously. I look towards the dark shadow and realize it was Miss.Sobol and old friend and one time fling. "HEY, it's alright. Welcome to my place. I apologize for the mess; is everything alright?" "Yeah just a few family problems that I needed to get away from." "Yeah I hear you. I left for the same reason. Well I have an extra room in the back. Do you need sheets and blankets?" " I can just lay on the bed; I don't want to bother you." "Nah, I got you...I have extras." I lead her to the extra room and make the bed to military standards. "There you go. My buddy deployed so this place will be fee for awhile. We do have inspections at 0530 ish so as long as they don't check this room you should be fine and the closet is locked with my buddy's stuff. So, if you don't mind leaving it alone that'll be nice." She lays down as I leave and close the door. I try to go back to bed but I was sweating and having flashbacks, so, I open a hidden safe in my closet and grab my old laptop and AN/PRC 117 man pack radio. I key the radio to my buddies safe house and ask for a favour. After verifications and rest I request for a scan of my area... Within minutes I got an alert of an assassination attempt near me. I told my buddy that I'll be in route and gave a description of what I'll be wearing; M81 BDUs, plate carrier, Alice pack, boonie and a balaclava. I grab my M16A2 specialty built for longer range sustained firefights. I walk to my neighbor's door and ask if he would like to smoke a cigarette just in case it would be our last together. He meets me downstairs and we talk until the chopper pops green smoke. I board the Huey and infil 2 minutes later. I set up in a tree house that had a great view of the surrounding area. An hour later I see the shooter set up in a hotel about 650 meters out. I shot 3 rounds all hit their intended target. The pink-ish mist splattered up and back as the target drops. As I scan I see a VBEID headed towards the rally and radio secret service if they see it too. They were confused about who's contacting them but quickly realized they vehicle wasn't theirs but the black gov truck a block away was. I rappel down the tree and jump the houses white fence before sprinting to the truck. I drop my ruck next to the truck and attach my hand Mike to my plate carrier. I crawl underneath the truck to take a closer look at the VBEID. It was a simple time fuse that I defused with help from friend. I crawl back out from underneath the truck and receive small arms fire from an alley. The secret service wasnt tracking I was there to help. I try to stand up and wave but get nailed twice in my arm pit and once on the side of my head. I stumble back and fall to the ground. Blood oozed steadily from my wounds as I draw my Beretta 92. "Yo, I am here to help" I shout... they secret service move in and apologized. There medic help patch the damage. I receive Intel from my buddy over the radio that the people that left are in route to a boat for exfil...I relay the message and we jump into the secret service's truck. We reach the boat where I shoot an M79 LAW at the boats engine. We receive heavy fire from the group of hostiles. I returned fire from the bed of the truck as it swerves into a building's exterior wall. The front two agents were hit and knocked out from the initial hail of bullets. So, I decide to trade rifles for a shorty mk18 to clear the boat by myself. I pop smoke and run towards the boat. I clear the boat and pay the captain for damages. I get home and it then fades to back as I hit my kitchens floor.