I'd like to thank the most recent reviewer whose review this morning ensured that I woke up being inspired and well rested. I'm sorry for being away, lots happened and this slowly fell to the bottom of my list, so much so, that I no longer have the original files of Writing War. So here's Chapter 2. I now have more time and a newly refreshed inspiration. I'm a bit rusty with the writing, so sorry if there are any major mistakes. Let me know what you think!
Have a fab day, I'm off to the park to play rounders!
Bath 9:30:
"Mol, now's probably no the best time to mention it, considering everything, but a few months back I had to fill in a Captains referral form. I thought I'd tell you." Charles and I had moved to the sofa changing between various news channels following the news earlier. The world was still new to everyone, whereas for us it was becoming common. "Huh? Why didn't you say anything? Whose getting a promotion then eh? Mansfield? Kinders? I bet it's Kinders, he was the nuts on his previous tours Jackie said, saved some guys arses in a minefield or somefink." I was surprised that Charles hadn't said anything before, being retired, they only call him in for formalities like if one of the original two section needed character reports for promotions and stuff, perhaps it wasn't important at the time.
"No it's not Kinders, despite his outstanding command on his last few tours, nor Mansfield, although that kid does deserve one soon, how many tours has he done? 4, 5?" Charles had moved into the kitchen, getting more coffee.
"Who is it then bossman?" I whispered into his ear sliding my arms around his waist, that stealth training course my CO sent me on was excellent for around the house or drunken stupors. "As much as I'm enjoying this, could you pass me a mug please?" Charles had the world's best poker face I had discovered from living with him for the past two years. I reached into the cupboard, still pestering him "Who is it? Tell me or the mug gets it Captain." I was holding one of his favourite mugs above the concrete floor. "I really thought you weren't going to make me do this Mol, cause I'm pretty sure I'm breaking a lot of protocol just saying this. It's you, they wanted a character reference for you, they want to make the temporary Captain rank permanent." The world when white, the mug smashed on the floor, me. They wanted to make me, Molly Dawes, nobody girl from a nail bar in London, a Captain in the British Army. Geez, I wasn't cut out for this. Me, a Captain, that made no sense.
Central London 11:00:
"Right I think that's it, I think I have everything." To the outside world Alex Serrano was talking to herself, but what they couldn't see was her wall of photos, every person she had met on every tour had a photo on this wall, repeated sticking of tape and blue tack had caused her to cover the whole thing, she was doubtful the paint was intact underneath the seas of faces. Her phone rang again for the billionth time that day. "Serrano... Yes mum I'm going...no mum i'll be fine...no the neighbour is going to look after him for me...so no you don't have to come stay...Mum! I said it was fine... Please don't cry... I promise it won't happen again, I'll come back... I know you get scared, it's never going to happen again. I love you. I'll call when I can." Despite being estranged from her parents, Alex felt the need to call them when out it in a war zone due to past events. Her phone rang again. "God these things are like buses, you are waiting all month for something decent and it all comes at once." She muttered pressing the answer button. "Sir... No I wasn't ignoring you, it was my mother... Thank you sir, but you know I don't like to talk about that... apology accepted... you've sent it over? Ooh I'll have a look, sir do they know about my past, you know the stuff not on my extensive résumé? Great, thank you, what their name begin with...J...that will make my lif easier. Bye sir."
All she had been waiting for is the list all day, the deployment list which told her three things, who she was, where she was going, and who was in charge of her. Due to not flying commercial she was flying squad style, with the rough and tumble of the military, it's all aircraft carriers and rifles, not check in desks and complimentary cocktails. She hadn't flown like this in her new life, her old one loads, but not now. Her list had been altered, as in all the other names were blacked out with maker pen. What was this a World War Two spy agency?
Name: Serrano, A
Deployment: Afghanistan
Captain: J-,-
Blood Type: -
Flight Reference: 2065-J-89
Flight Time: 22:36
Just her luck, her Captains name had been smudged over by pen. Great. What kind of big headed, egotistical, bugger was leading her into a warzone today, she knew it was a guy, always is the majority of Captains are these days. "Women shouldn't outrank men in the British Army, women shouldn't be in the British Army. It's for the British, not women." She mimicked what she remembered of her Grandfather, now he had strong views on women waging war. Funny how someone else's words can alter someone's life, Alex thought folding the printed document and placing it in the front of her bag. Now for the wait.
