The Death of Osama bin Laden

I had been in the NAVY Seal’s program for quite a while now. It was a depressing day in April, and I was sitting on my bed listening to the sound of rain on the roof, it’s relentless rhythm. I had just finished my 7-hour training for the day and I wanted to relax. Then, out of the sudden, I was called down to a meeting. You can imagine my utter annoyance, but I had no choice. I went to the meeting. There I saw my supervisor and I few other officials I have heard off, but never talked to. I sat next to 22 other SEALS, looking as tired as I was. The officials asked I remember roughly 10 years ago. It was a fairly normal Wednesday, but the mood was tense. There were reminders of the terrorist attacks on November 11, 2001, everywhere. There was solemn music playing in the background. There were monuments to the passengers who took the plane that was headed for the pentagon. I still had 4 hours before my training session started, but there was nothing to do. My head was down, I was going nowhere when suddenly I bumped into an official. He said I was wanted in meeting room A. I went down there. At the meeting, I was told my mission for the next 10 years. I couldn’t talk to anyone or interact with anyone. I had strict curfew and training. I was going to participate in the killing of Osama bin Laden. For 10 years, I had to stick to strict diets and my training schedules. So now we are at the meeting at the beginning of the story.