The pistol drops from his hand, blood was streaming but his heart was still pounding and he climbed back up on the balcony. He grabbed up his pistol and inserted a fresh clip of rounds. He collapses against the balcony but he got a couple of shots off before the next explosion in the White House. He made himself move again, his coat soaked in blood but he was running now and more than a few people were still shooting. He looked around from side to side and they were rushing the White House, maybe a dozen or more, heavily armed and firing hundreds of rounds.

Nobody thought the terrorist could make it to the White House.  The Saudi Arabian backed Iranian terrorist force had been fighting on the city streets in Washington D.C. for the last three days.  It was his job now to protect the president of the United States, being protected and sheltered in place inside the White House.  Two attempts on flying the President out by Helicopter had failed due to Iranian hand held rocket launchers near the White House and both helicopters had been blown out of the sky on their practice missions without the president on board.  

Hundreds of Islamic Muslim Terrorists had gathered at the Washington Monument and with them hundreds of guns and thousands of rounds of ammunition.  The administration security services and the park services were the first to see the terrorist army come to life.  The Muslim Terrorist attacked the White House directly after confirming that the president was on the property.  At the same time hundreds of terrorist broke out of their hideaways inside New York City and was in the process of killing hundreds of citizens, the first one being the mayor, their single advocate, and the police commissioner standing near by.  Detroit and Chicago erupted in violence as the Negro gangs and Muslim Terrorists had joined forces and had taken to the street by the thousands.  Federal buildings and city government buildings were burning and local police officials in both cities requested National Guard Troops but it was too late.  The city of Los Angeles may have been the worst place as the Illegal Aliens, Negro Gangs and Islamic Muslim Terrorists had gathered and roamed the city on the killing spree with not much to stop them.  All across America it was very clear now that true Terrorism had arrived across the nation.  These were the things he was thinking about as the gunfight at the White House grew larger and more deadly. 

The pistol drops from his hand, blood was streaming but his heart was still pounding and he climbed back up on the balcony. The White House Balcony would protect him from the rapid fire 7.62 bullets flying around him.  He reached down and grabbed up his pistol and inserted a fresh clip of rounds. He had already fired three full clips of 9 millimeter rounds at the terrorists but they kept coming. He collapses against the balcony but he got a couple of shots off before the next explosion in the White House.  

At this point the Islamic Terrorists were in a full charge at the White House and many had made it inside the White House searching for the President.  He made himself move again, his coat soaked  in blood but he was running now trying to stay low and more than a few people were still shooting.  He looked around from side to side and they were rushing the White House, maybe a dozen or more, heavily armed and firing hundreds of rounds. 

The long harrowing journey was only about two hundred feet but his ignorance of the routing slowed him down.  He was in horrible agony, not rare as he looked around and saw all the men down, sounds of death translated by moans, grunts and cries for help. He didn't stop to help them, they would never expect him to slow down now, he had to get to the President. 

Wildly he was hit and  turned by another shot to his upper body, clearly this would be the bullet that killed him, only a slight error in aim allowed the bullet to miss his heart.  Two men were running toward him and they roared for him to get down but his crowded mind could not process their orders.  He thought they were his men but his focus was off and his balance was almost gone.  He wasn't afraid, if he got lucky, that would come later after the gunfight.  

There would be no more plans, his protection team had saved the President and the group of Muslims had paid a terrible price.  The Iranians crowded in on the White House grounds and with their rockets and guns had overrun the protection teams.  He thought of Benghazi, he knew those men, just like he knew the men laying on the White House lawn. He could hear a wild laughter now, cozily he closed his eyes wondering what was funny and forced himself up to a sitting position and looked around.  There was not doubt now how Custer must have felt, surrounded, men down on one knee, blood on the grounds and more screeching from the terrorists as they got closer and closer. 

It was a Islamic suicide bomber running toward the White House laughing every step of the way with the trigger of his bomb device in his left hand.  Two terrorists were carrying a large silver canvas bag following their leader with the trigger. 

His own death would not be the high point on the news tonight, he had tried his best, no bullets left, bleeding badly and growing faint, it would be the enormously large silver bomb bag that exploded with a quick bright white flash of a Islamic nuclear explosion.

He wondered if the white heat was the power of God.