My thoughts on Wyatt's first time in combat. Short, because it's for a 175 word challenge:) Please R&R, and let me know what you thought! Tell me in the comments if you'll be watching tonight!
Just like they said, he mused. Oblivious to the shelling, to the screams. Because those things were normal, they said. Blood covering your best friend is normal. Because death is normal.
And really it is, flopping onto his knees, staring blankly, he felt his fingers caress the trigger, but never pulled it. He couldn't; he knew what it felt like, and after you knew… there was nothing more to say. Each bullet on this field he could feel. It's heat, it's speed, it's random and yet deadly precision. Smoke, which bit at his eyes and frosted his vision- oh, but wasn't that a blessing? Did he want to see beyond his own armlength, really?
Mud flecks too, rained from the sky. Yes, they were everywhere, and he had dirt in his nose and mouth, so that he couldn't breathe. How did it get there- who knew? Stiffly, and slowly, he raised his hand and pushed it over his face to hide from what was "normal."
And yes, he would be afraid.
Just like they said.
