Mission 2: Wounds
The battle was over, but the pains inflicted were just beginning to sink in.
While tending their wounded in the barracks, the soldier looked around. He soon realized that their losses were greater than they had thought. He looked at the cots near his that, just hours before, had been occupied by his closest friends...friends that were now dead. And, as had been with his other friends, he never had a chance to say good bye.
"Man", the soldier muttered to himself. "I never realized I cared so much about Thompson. I thought he was just a loser." Funny, he thought. You never care for anything really, until you lose it. He then jumped, as a hand clapped on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. "You okay, mate?" It was Eric, still in uniform, with a sad look on his face. "Eric, I'm fine. Any news on my brother?" Eric nodded. "Yeah", he said. "Unfortunately." "No...you don't mean...", the soldier stuttered, the realization of what that meant dawning on him. "I do private...he's gone." "NOOOOOOO!!!!!! No, no, no, no, no! Can't be! W-why did Will die?"
"Calm yourself soldier. He didn't die in vain. Trapped behind enemy lines, and his squad took out 5 enemy squads and a recon group. One survivor told us he got more than a few dozen kills before being blown away."
The soldiers remaining friends came over to him now. "I-I don't know what to say", said Alex. "I'm really sorry." The soldier ran from the room. His childhood friend, Kevin, started after him. "Kevin", said Eric. "Let him be. Some things you gotta leave" "But sir", Kevin started. "That's an order private!" "Yes sir", Kevin replied, dismayed. Alex and Kevin walked away with their heads down. The soldier outside was lost in his thoughts.
"What next?" He thought." The rest of my friends? Me? I hope me...I don't need to be here anymore." "Everyone I care about is gone", the soldier said aloud. "Everyone..."
A buzzer sounded, training was starting.
The battle was over, but the pains inflicted were just beginning to sink in.
While tending their wounded in the barracks, the soldier looked around. He soon realized that their losses were greater than they had thought. He looked at the cots near his that, just hours before, had been occupied by his closest friends...friends that were now dead. And, as had been with his other friends, he never had a chance to say good bye.
"Man", the soldier muttered to himself. "I never realized I cared so much about Thompson. I thought he was just a loser." Funny, he thought. You never care for anything really, until you lose it. He then jumped, as a hand clapped on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. "You okay, mate?" It was Eric, still in uniform, with a sad look on his face. "Eric, I'm fine. Any news on my brother?" Eric nodded. "Yeah", he said. "Unfortunately." "No...you don't mean...", the soldier stuttered, the realization of what that meant dawning on him. "I do private...he's gone." "NOOOOOOO!!!!!! No, no, no, no, no! Can't be! W-why did Will die?"
"Calm yourself soldier. He didn't die in vain. Trapped behind enemy lines, and his squad took out 5 enemy squads and a recon group. One survivor told us he got more than a few dozen kills before being blown away."
The soldiers remaining friends came over to him now. "I-I don't know what to say", said Alex. "I'm really sorry." The soldier ran from the room. His childhood friend, Kevin, started after him. "Kevin", said Eric. "Let him be. Some things you gotta leave" "But sir", Kevin started. "That's an order private!" "Yes sir", Kevin replied, dismayed. Alex and Kevin walked away with their heads down. The soldier outside was lost in his thoughts.
"What next?" He thought." The rest of my friends? Me? I hope me...I don't need to be here anymore." "Everyone I care about is gone", the soldier said aloud. "Everyone..."
A buzzer sounded, training was starting.
