Disclaimer: None of the GW characters are mineas if! so please DON'T sue me…..whimpers….now on with the story….
BOOTS
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. I pause and look down. My boots are filled with blood. Again. Images flash through my mind of such incidents before. During the wars. As a perfect soldier no one would expect me to feel squeamish about this. Feel guilty for all the blood spilled. But I do. I still have nightmares about them. And four years have passed since the last war.
We soldiers always have guilt knocking on their doors and we all have different ways of responding. Khushrenada remembered the names of the people who died because of him and tried to help their families. I know no names. But the faces don't leave me alone. They are part of the many nightmares I have every night. Sometimes I wonder how I am still alive. Why haven't they pulled me to the grave with them?
Reaching the Preventor safe house I immediately pull the boots off. The carpets are once again stained with blood. How dumb to keep carpets here. It is very hard to take out bloodstains. I should know. The wars have ended but they still continue. Hmph. Even in this peace era blood is being spilled.
Soldiers will always remain soldiers because there is always a war present. The only ones who see the end of war are those who die because of them.
I wish I would have died.
Tera mera rishta purana…. (the relationship between us goes a long way back)
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