I was on patrol when I heard shots ring out before I knew what I was doing I jumped in front of my buddy Thorn, I was thrown to the ground feeling like something had torn my arm off. I screamed out in pain as I rolled to find cover, I could hear people shooting and managed to get behind the armored vehicle before rolling to my feet. I was having trouble clearing my vision and I couldn't feel anything in my right arm and I also had pain emanating from my left side and leg. I managed to get a line on an enemy taking pot shots at our vehicle. I shot him three times before he fell from his position, and the fire stopped. I could feel my body starting to go into shock as my unit hauled me into the tank and legged it back to the FOB. For the next week I was in and out of consciousness as my wounds were tended to before being shipped to the Anacosta base for ongoing medical treatment. I opened my eyes when prompted by the doc. "Why hello there Sgt. How are we feeling today" "I'm doing alright sir. Just hoping to get better soon, so I can go back out there, with my unit" I replied, I could tell there was something wrong in my response as the doc face flashed with something akin to remorse, before he composed himself, he continued checking over my wounds and stichings before coming to sit by my bedside, "Sgt. There is no real easy way to say this to someone who is as dedicated to our cause but I am…" before he could finish he was called away by my C/O. As my C/O walked up to me I could tell something big was about to happen, "Sir, what is going on?" I questioned him "Sgt. McMahon, I have both good news and bad news, the bad news is, with the wounds you have sustained and you being 3 weeks from the end of your deployment anyway, we are regretfully going to have to honorably discharge you from the United States Army. The good news is that not only will you be going home, but you are also going to be awarded the purple heart for suffering great wounds whilst in the line of duty. Another thing Sgt. You have a visitor."
With that he saluted me before turning tail and walking out of my room, a few minutes later I saw someone I was not expecting to see, in my hospital room in Iraq. My uncle Mark. "Little girl, you better have a damn good reason as to why I don't bust your ass, for getting wounded" he greeted as he walked up to the bed and wrapped me in a hug. I couldn't stop the tears that were pouring down my face as I hugged him tightly to me. "I'm sorry…" was all I managed before my sniffling turned to outright sobs, as I fully realized that he was definitely in my room. "Shhh…. Hush now little girl, it alright now. You are coming home with me in a few days….Shhh….you know I can't handle it when you cry" he murmured into my hair.
After about 10 mins of him calming me down I was finally able to ask the question I needed answered "What in the blue hell are you doing here Uncle Mark?" at my confused expression, he started laughing "Little Girl, trust you not to notice, the WWE is the entertainment group performing here this afternoon." Oh. That explains it, "Wait so if you know I am in here, does my father know?" "No, Little Girl he doesn't know…yet. I was here with a group and I saw one of your mates from the last time you came to the show on leave, he informed me that you were also in here, so I badgered people until they let me up here to see you" he stated proudly "You loser" was my only response, he growled at me before trying to tickle me, he grabbed my sides and a searing pain shot through me eliciting a moan from my lips, Uncle Mark immediately stopped touching me I looked into his eyes and could see the frustration and sadness in them at seeing my like this. "So…who else is in the hospital with you?" I asked, trying to ignore the dull throbbing where he had touched me. "Well… there are 35 people here all together and 19 superstars. There is myself obviously, Cena, Morrison, Evan, Oscar, Jeff and Matt, Michelle, Mickie, Barbie, Glen, Shawn, Steve, Ron, Bradshaw, Randy, Coddles, Ted and also Yoshi. Then there is your father and brother as well as Lillian, Mike, Michael, Todd, Earl and then some of the sound/TV crew." "Holy cow, you guys bought out all the big guns this time round ey? No real low tier wrestlers in that lot, there are a few I am not real familiar with, like Yoshi, Morrison, Evan, Barbie, Ron and Michelle, like I know who they are but I don't really have a relationship with them like I do the others" "Well in the hospital today is Jeff, your Uncles Steve, Glen and Shawn, as well as Mickie….actually I should have met back up with them a few minutes ago." "Oh…I guess it's time to say goodbye, till I get shipped home" I murmured, "Little Girl, were you not listening to me before, I said you are coming with me, your C/O agrees, that there is no real point in delaying your discharge and has already signed them, you are coming back with me to the show, then leaving with us tomorrow night." As if on cue a nurse came in wheeling a wheel chair "Sgt. Your chariot awaits you" she quipped before coming over to the bed and unhooking my I.V bag, she handed it to me to hold, and then she got my Uncle Mark to help lift me from the bed and into the wheel Chair, "Sgt. You will need to have someone hook this bag somewhere above you whilst you are travelling, if you are hurting in any way, let someone know, and we will administer some morphine into your I.V. line, don't try to tough it out, you will only be delaying your recovery time, if you need it ask for it, am I understood?" "Yes Ma'am" I replied, before I saluted her and Uncle Mark wheeled me out into the hall.
"Mark, where the hell…." Jeff trailed off as he got a good look at me, "Hey there Jeffers, how's tricks?" I asked before he came running over to me, he slid over on his knees before me "Shit Tanna, what the hell happened?" he whispered as he took in all the bandages, I don't think he really wanted to know, so I just gripped his hand before "Get up Hardy, we gotsa get moving" he only nodded as we went to join up with the rest of the group at the entrance to the hospital. Before we got to the door where the other WWE guys were waiting, a group of soldiers all lined up on either side of the walkway, it was the rest of my unit. "Atten Hut!" my C/O called, all the soldiers snapped to attention, "Present Arms" causing them to all raise their weapons above their heads, with honor the 42nd special command unit farewells, one of it's own..." as the C/O is calling out I can see the other WWE guys turning to see what the commotion was about, Uncle Glen had a video Camera in his hand, and he was pointing it straight at me "Sgt. Montana McMahon, was shot three times whilst on a reconnaissance mission with a part of her squad. When enemy fire broke out she jumped in the line to save a fellow officer before rolling him and herself to safety before eliminating the threat, it is with respect and sadness we farewell such a wonderful friend, sister and officer. 42nd special command let me hear yall" I could feel tears on my face as my unit broke out into grunts, I gripped Jeff's and Uncle Marks hands, where they were resting on my soldier before my C/O walked up to me. "For showing selflessness in the heat of battle, I bestow upon you my pin, for showing courage and valor in the line of duty and going beyond and above all expectations, on behalf of the Attorney General and Head of State President Obama, I present you with a Silver Cross." He gave me my medals before lining up beside the unit. He raised his hand in salute to me; the unit copying the action, I looked at the people surrounding me, I raised my hand in Salute before my uncle pushed me through to the waiting army hummer.
The ride back to the base camp, where the WWE was performing was gratefully short, that could have been to the fact that I spent most of it asleep. The thing I remember mostly is the look of first shock passing through the faces of my uncles, which soon turned to sorrow, upon realizing the extent of my injuries. I am currently sitting in the make-shift backstage area. Off to the side, I am still in my wheelchair, so I asked Uncle Mark, to place me somewhere out of the way, and where they could hang my I.V bag. Just as the show was starting i heard an all too familiar voice ring out accross the area, the voice of my father.....Vince McMahon.