A/N So this is the sequel to my one-shot, Someone Like You. It kind of expands on Jerome's mention of joining the army.
Afghanistan 22:00
Jerome shouldered his pack. He hardly noticed the excited murmurs around him. He was being deployed to Afghanistan, and he hardly cared. He might die out there, but what concerned him was not being able to tell Mara good-bye. He loved her, but she had married Mick.
He hated to admit it to himself, but he was running away from that. The pain and hurt. He shook his head and cleared his mind. Now was not the time to be thinking of his crush. Now he had to focus and survive.
He felt the bump when the plane landed. Everyone around him jerked. Some started praying, others stayed silent. The plane doors opened, and Jerome looked out onto a small base. It was shrouded in darkness, but the full moon was out, illuminating the scene.
All of the men ran out in a single file line. "Private Clarke." A sergeant called out.
Jerome saluted. "Sir!"
The sergeant looked down at the list. "You're on the second II-112."
Jerome saluted again. "Sir!" He ran past, dodging people running around. He found the helicopter and boarded it.
"Jerome Clarke?" The pilot asked.
"Yeah." Jerome replied.
"Welcome aboard." The pilot said, starting the helicopter.
A/N I'm so sorry if I'm off with the military and stuff. But anyways, most of the story will be in letter format probably. And if this is short, it's because this is the prologue.