chp. 2
I nodded slowly, keeping my head bowed as Ireland spoke once more, "Ask for Irene Ireland to come forth with you. She will know what to do to keep all the women together and under control. Aline all male soldiers that you can find ANYWHERE I don't care if you have to take them out of battle, if you tell them that Ireland sent you, they will come. Set them just outside the woman, so that form somewhat of a protective circle around the girls. Irene will know just how to line up the women, so you needn't worry about that. I want to see every face when I get to the grounds soldier, every face. This includes yours." He whispered. The sharpness that his voice held making me to look up sharply.
"Yes sir." I whispered in a barely audible tone. Keep my eyes from meeting his own. For if I did, I knew my job would be nearly impossible.
"Now." Ireland spoke stiffly. Placing his hand roughly on my shoulder to point me in the direction of the camp. If one squinted, they could nearly see it from where we stood.
"Yes. Sir." I answered once more. My voice stiff, unnatural sounding. My legs moved almost mechanically, as I made my way to the camp. Shots continuing to explode around me. I bothered not with anyone that was in the fight, they had their own duty in protecting the women, they need not be caught up in another. I came to the top of the small hill that our camp was situated just under, when I saw what it was that I had feared wort when returning to the camp. The panic that we thought we had left on the battle field, had been brought back to the camp. The entire thing was in up roar. Screams of the women being droned out only by the roar of the guns, which were going off simultaneously, as though this entire invasion had been planned out for months ahead of time. Right under our noses, and none of us suspected the least.
My legs carried me the rest of the way without my mind telling them to. The drumming of them on the blood stained ground beneath my feet was the only thing that I heard as I sprinted into the camp, and the chaos.
I stopped a young boy- shockingly younger than I, on his way be me. Get me Irene Ireland. Get as many men as you can and get all these women out of here." I snarled. Praying that teenage defiance was just a nasty rumor for this boy. He nodded slowly. The confusion that had started on his face, began to clear as he seemed to recognize whom I was.
"Yes Major Whitlock, I will do what is within my power." He whispered. I shook my head slowly. Praying to every existing god there was out there, that what was within his power was enough...