Hi so this is my first story on this site and I would like to ask everyone to not flame my ass into next century and without any further delays let me get to the disclaimer.
I Helljumper1999 do not own Halo. Microsoft and Bungie 343 Studios has that honor.
There are many things in my life I regret. I regret not telling my father I loved him more. I regret how after my father's death I closed myself of from my family. I regret not being there as my brother lost his life. I regret my little girl being born while I was stuck in a hole with a hole in my chest coughing up blood. I regret all the friends I watched die.
Like I said I regret many things. I wish I could have done things differently. But what has happened happened. There is no turning back. This war has taken many things from me and has made me miss my life. When the war began I was a sixteen year old boy. Now I am in my forties and have only seen my 19 year old daughter a grand total of sixteen times in her whole life. I missed her birth, her first steps, her first words. Her first day of school. I missed meeting her first boyfriend and her first heartbreak. I missed her highschool graduation and her wedding day. I missed her giving birth to my grandson who they named after my father. I missed so many things.
Now as I sit here with the ghosts of many floating around me cursing name. What really haunts me is my family all grouped up together for a family photo with me not in it. Never seeing them for more then a few days at a time. Always knowing that everyday they sit and wait by the comms for the message that I was killed in action. Well with the way things look that day might be coming soon.
With the fleet gone and covie ships landing fresh troops every hour. It looks like none of us are going to make it. I can help but think back to the first days of war where each soldier was a person I knew and grew up with. Now as I look around everyone here is at least ten years my junior and many are barley any older then I was when the war started.
Soon we hear the sounds of plasma mortars going off and landing near our position. Each of us huddle down even farther into the trench. Waiting with baited breath for the mass grunt charge that is sure to follow. It didn't take long for us to be proven right. A horde of Grunts came pouring at us. Hot plasma being fired at our heads. With the rapid retort of our machine gun nests answering them back falling dozens of the little bastards. But more and more kept coming before long our machine guns ran out of ammo and we had to use our small arms. Then they fell back. Which confused many of the newer guys. But I knew what was coming next. The Grunt charge was to make us waste our ammo in fear of being overran by the horde. Then comes in the Brutes and heavy armor. I aimed down the sights of my Battle Rifle and sighted up a Brute minor and pulled the trigger sending three rounds into his head. Then a plasma mortar landed near me sending me flying through the air. Before I landed outside the trench. When I had hit the ground a loud crack came from my back letting me know my spine was gone. My legs where unresponsive and I couldn't move.
Two guys from Foxtrot pulled me into their part of the trench and confirmed that my spine had snapped. Suddenly one guy looked up and drew his pistol. Sadly he was filled with spikes. Each man shared the same fate. One brute saw me and picked me up by the throat. He took my helmet off and stared me in the eyes. He put the tip of his spiker into my stomach and pulled the trigger four times before he throw me on the ground and gave me a sharp kick. The last thing I saw was the war torn grey sky as my life left me.
Well I hope you liked the story and if so R&R