So, some of you may not know this, but I am currently working on a book. I thought you guys might be interested in seeing a sneak peak of it. And no, this is not a final edit, so any mistakes are purely mine. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear: )
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"I lost Craig. Adamson…. Rodney and Gino are MIA. And, uh, Jennings- ya know, the kid- took one at Le Passage."
"Just one…." Lt. Corey mused.
"Just one. That's all it takes, you know that." He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I wish I coulda done something, but we were outnumbered- every side… we were spent, there's nothing more to it."
The Lieutenant paused in a moment of thorough thought. His eyes came up to search those of the man who was recounting the tale.
"Black, did you ever consider taking a leave… maybe just for a week? Clear your mind, get some perspective."
"Perspective," He scoffed. "Nah, my perspective's fine. It's what I don't see that worries me."
"What's that?"
"Men. Good young men, they're dying like cattle in this- in this dump," he kicked a piece of plywood, sending it flying, "It's not right."
"No." Agreed Corey. "But it is necessary. Sometimes we have to sacrifice what matters to us, so we can save what matters to other people. These people." He gestured to two young French boys, who picked small bits and twisted pieces from the wreckage with bleeding hands- and bare feet.
"Wise words. But they don't mean anything to him," Ben gestured to a dead body, slumped and bloody against a crumbling brick wall that was once a house, "And they won't mean anything to his mother… his wife…. His kids. Or the kids he could have had, but never will."
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There you have it! Thanks for reading!