War
By Becca Stepek
"Tat-tat," the ring of gunfire rang in First lieutenant Myles Ramirez's ear.
'"Man down, Medic,"
The desperate cry for him pierced the silence of the night. "Tat-Tat-Tat" He and the team was taking heavy fire.
"Medic, medic, where are you?" the shouts came from over the half destroyed building.
Tat- tat
Then silence.
"Clear."
Myles quickly got up and jumped over the burnt wall. In the middle of a bloody, sandy ocean surrounded by black and grey buildings lay Private Jayden Brooks. He had taken three bullets to his chest, one in his arm and one in each leg. He lay flat on his back, head arched back, screaming in agony. Myles got to work right away. He knew just by looking at the man there wasn't anything he could do for him. Those guys sure knew what they were doing, He thought. None near any major organs. He'll die for sure, slowly, painfully.
"He's dead," Myles informed the rest of the team.
"What?" Captain Sober demanded.
"There's nothing we can do for him besides keep him comfortable until he dies. There is too much bleeding and he has no chance," Myles explained. Myles got on one knee, bowed his head and prayed, Father, how could You stand by and watch this man die? He's only 20, not even old enough to order himself a beer.
"RAMIREZ," the yell from Sober broke him from his angry prayer.
There is no God. Myles decided. I've seen too many innocent men die. If there really was a god, He surly wouldn't watch his people die.
"Ramirez, get your sorry butt over here, "now the captain was mad. Myles got up from his knee and joined his team, Lucas Garet, Robert Martin, Josh Gunman, and Canyon Kreen.
"We move out now," Sober said. Tat-Tat-Tat, out of nowhere three shots rang out. Sober, Garet and Josh fell to the ground, dead. The remaining team members dove behind a wall.
"GRENADE,"
But it was too late.
BOOM.
This is it, Myles thought, then there was darkness and a not long after, a brilliant light.
"Myles, well I'll be darned!"
"Canyon," Myles breathed, "Boy am I glad to see you."
"Yeah, you too, buddy," Canyon replied.
"What happened" asked Myles
"The grenade took your leg, Congratulations Lieutenant, you're going home, unlike me, I'm moving out now"
Home, Myles thought, finally home. The two men shook hands and he was gone