Welcome to the Suck

Chapter Two

There are a few things in the Military. That you absolutely do not want to have deal with while you are deployed. One, being caught in the most dangerous fire fight of the year. Two, being in said situation with your heart completely and utterly broken. It turns out my hookah did not arrive. But I did get a letter from Malon. I gleefully ripped open the letter at the post office. Only to find out it was a "Dear John" letter. I'm gonna have to explain this one to some of you. A dear John letter is when a girlfriend, or Fiancé in my case, Decides to send you the ring back. My deployment ends in 2 months, The brass thought it'd be funny to see all of us get excited to go home. Only to be delayed again.

The scene replayed in my head over and over.

"Fuck man, its finally cooling down. I'm running to the post office. You have anything I should pick up for you?" I lazily asked Sheik.

He smiled a bit, "Naw bro I spent all my money on booze and hookers. You should totally know that by now."

"Eh suit yourself." I responded with half a smile. The second I opened the flap I was assaulted by heat. But it was nowhere near what it was earlier.

"Jesus Christ!" I silently breathed as my senses registered the heat and humidity. I took off down the "Street" which consisted of mostly tents. They were chill tents though. I'm not complaining. I looked to my right to see our sister squad, Alpha's, tents. Darunia stepped out of his tent. Looking extremely Pissed off. He was a towering 6'4 with tanned skin and jet black hair. He was pretty quite when he wasnt talking. But he was definitely not shy. He was the first to come up to people and was usually the life of the party.

"You ok bro?" We had an very special bond going between us. Us Heavy Gunners gotta stick together!

"I just lost three hundred dollars in poker! I'm fucking pissed! Thats like my paycheck right there!" He grunted in response

"Ouch... that sucks man." I said as we got closer to the crossroads.

"Your telling me... Hey I'll catch you later, I gotta run to the admin building"

"All right take care man" I responded as he turned left toward the admins. He grunted in response.

I walked for another block. Saying hi to the guys I knew from the other squads and platoons.

I reached the post office and opened the door. A wave of indescribable heat just hit me. MY GOD this was like a furnace!

"Oh god dude, turn on a fan..." The hum of a fan started "Oh turn it off! Turn it off! It Scalds meeeeeeee!"

I felt horrible for these guys. This place was usually air conditioned. But no man deserves to stay in here and bake to death.

I walked up to the counter. I saw the man the voice belonged to sitting in the chair. He was completely drenched in sweat. He slowly looked up at me as I came.

"Eh?" He questioningly directed toward me.

"Hey, I'm here for some mail. Any shipments come in yet?" I responded.

He sat up. His fingers rummaged through the pile next to him. "Whats your name?

"Link" I responded instinctively.

"Oh, I meant last."

"Oh um Forester."

He hummed in response and sorted through the alphabetized boxes and folders. At long last he found my name.

"Ah here you go. You have one letter from the states."

"Eh? Thank you." I turned to leave.

"Hey leave the door open on your way out!"

I laughed "Sure thing"

I stepped out side and barred the door open. I immediately opened the letter I had been given. My eyes fell to the first line...

Dear Link

I am so sorry I had to tell you like this. But I just can not do this anymore. I've found someone else and I'm moving on. I hope you can understand. I've just fallen out of love. Be safe out there all right?

Malon.

Enclosed was the five thousand dollar ring I had gotten her. I had saved up for months.

I was stunned... I just stood there for a good five minuets. I slowly became aware of the setting sun as I sat down. It was a bit ironic with the sun set being right there. It painted the sky a beautiful mixture of reds, oranges and pinks. I looked down at my hands as if they were foreign. Why? Was my only questi-

"HOLY FLYING FUCK FORESTER! YOU SURE AS HELL BETTER NOT BE DAY DREAMING IN A GOD DAMN FIRE FIGHT! YOU SEEM TO BE MAKING A MERRY LITTLE PATTERN OUT OF THIS!"

Once again I had been dazed out while bullets flew. It was probably a defense mechanism. If sane person wants to do this. And I can tell you right now. The Recruiter definately didnt tell me about this part. I thought we were gonna ride in on our high horse and always win. Granted it could suck while happening. But I definately didnt think it was gonna suck like this... I sighed. One more day in the Corp...

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OOOOOOOOOH! I cut it off! But dont worry, I'm just an update whore You'll hear all about the ensuing fight probably in 10 minuets after I post this! Besides! How is link gonna handle fighting with a broke heart! He isnt showing it but hes hurting! We have a brooder on our hands here!