*64 Years Later*
September 16, 2009
*Sigh*…"Still… the blank abyss of this purgatory… or whatever it is. I do wonder how long it has been… ten minutes? Ten months? Ten Years? Huh! Who knows! All that I know is that I am stuck here!" I exclaimed, but to no avail, as it would appear that there is no air to make sound with. I have finally come to accept that I am no longer amongst my comrades and the living.
Suddenly, I began to feel, something I haven't done in what felt like ages. "Warmth…", I thought. It was then that the texture of everything around me changed, where colors began to show, ranging from the original prism to the deepest indigo, where suddenly, my senses began to come back.
"Was I being resuscitated? Could it be? Could it be possible for me to see my Comrades again?", I thought with blind ambition, though there was no telling. I could see dim light, but specifications? Heh. There wasn't a sound that I could differentiate from what was happening! My senses were erratic, emotions fluctuating, where I suddenly begin to feel very cold, then suddenly ground. My head was throbbing, though the cold reminded him of the Arctic Circle where he last was.
I thought for a moment or two, before a thought came to mind. "Russia! I am back in the Motherland! My sweet home. My parents…and my Captain! Oh, do I hope he made it back alive… Oh, what am I 'vorrying about? Of course he did! Nothing can kill that bastard…", I thought as I felt my senses come to me, but found that I couldn't open my eyes.
"'Vhat is this? Why can I not open my eyes? Hmm… Well, last I remember, they felt like they were burning from the inside out, so I suppose it will just take time for them to heal. I decided that if I could not see them, I would at least try to call out to them.
"Reznov! Nevski! Tvelin! Vih-…Wai-What is this?" I yelled, though I realized that what came out was all but incomprehensible. I felt around, though I could not feel anything. "Am I in shock?", I thought to myself.
Perhaps English…
"Hello! Is any'vody there? Any'vone!" I yelled, though I was surprised at the response.
"Di- you –ear that, Tate? Did he j-st speak?" I heard, though muffled and seeming to miss a few syllables.
"Yes, Ty-Ohni! I heard him! His First Words!" I heard, much more clear this time.
"This is a bit odd… Usually they don't speak the first day… well, it seems that we have a very special son, now don't we, Tate?" said what I assumed a Male, judging from the deepened voice.
"He would have been special no matter what, and always will be!" said
another, which I would think to be a female, due to the higher-pitched voice.
"That he is. What should we call him?" The Male asked.
It seemed that they were having a conversation about it, though I still didn't know what "it" was.
"I've got it!" I heard one of them exclaim.
It was then that I felt something begin to pick me up.
"What on Eart-" I began to think before another voice drowned it out.
"Little Channon," Was what I heard.