Six and half months later... (Jenny is right at eight and half months pregnant)
Darry's pov
I was lying on my belly in the deep thickets of the Vietnam jungle. I heard the languages of Viennese and English alike. I hear the profanities of my comrades. I gripped my M-16 to my chest. My fingers on wrapped tightly around the trigger ready to shot at a moment's notices.
My sweaty hair sticking to my helmet. Death and destruction thick in the air as shots rang out. Bullets seemed to have no destination only a common goal.
I ducked down as if I was hugging the ground as the bullets whizzed past me. I heard the familiar hum of helicopters overhead.
The only protection I had was the sandbags that served as a barricade.
I heard my commanding officer breaking out orders. With the following complains of my comrades. The one thing I was sure of was Charlie was closing in. It was a bad sign if the Charlie were silent. We were in trouble.
I looked over to see my best friend besides me. Chris "Kit" Fox was my best friend, brother and comrade. I studied his worried hadn't been away from each other since the first day we sat on that bus. I knew he was worried by the way his eyebrows were. I remembered when just being kids playing war.
We always wanted to be soldiers when we kids. Well, war is not a game. War is hell. War is a game of survival, being lucky can be the difference between life and death. The things I've see would make a grown man pee himself.
I began to think of home, ,my escape from a living hell. I thought of Jenny, and I thought as the little house I wanted to built her. A house with a big kitchen, lots of windows to let light in, little flower boxes and a white picket fence. I wanted to marry that girl, after dating for nine months, I had fallen deeply in love.
I didn't want my future without her, she was a keeper. I would give her all the little babies we wanted. I wanted the house to be filled with the laughter of children, the pitter patter of little feet and the word "Daddy" called from the small lips of a child. I was lost in my little dream word , thinking about the letters she writes and puts her perfume on them so they smell like her. I miss her so much and can't wait to hold her in my arms.
I heard the voices of my comrades pulling me out of though. We moved forward as Charlie was shooting at us. I heard as the choppers were over head, charlie had surrounded us. Kit and I ran as fast as our legs could carry us.
We ran because most the company had been killed when the choppers were over head. The shells going off and the shooting ringing out, it killed many in our company. Those who didn't die , were dying as we speak.
I noticed Kit cried out in pain and his knees buckled beneath him. I cradled his limp body, his leg bleeding heavily. "Hold me, I am cold.", Kit says
"I'm here, superman has you.", I say gently
"Please don't let go, I'm so cold.", Kit says
"Kit, you can't die. You will be fine.", I say
"Darry , our company is dead and dying, we are miles from base with Charlie on our tracks. You and I both can't get away. I know you've got a couple medals for bravery and honor but today save yourself.", Kit says
"But you have a baby on the way, Amy sent me a letter telling me this. I wasn't supposed to tell you yet but I don't know our fates in this moment. ", I say
"Then promise me if I don't make it back, that you will find someone for Amy to love like I did. And make sure that baby knows how much his father loves him. Promise me that.", Kit says
"I promise.", I say
"Tell me this, "Kit , you might die to today.", Kit says
"Kit, you aren't going to die.", I says
"Just say it.", Kit says
"Kit, you might die to today.", I say
"I love you man.", Kit says
"I love you too.", I say
"So get your ass out of here and go before the charile find us.", Kit says
"I promise. ", I say softly
'Get.", Kit said softly
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I moved nimble and free through the jungle leaves until I couldn't retrace my steps back to base camp. There was no one for miles, I didn't know what do to, I was relying on gut insists and training. My options were wait for someone to find me or find a way out. I didn't know Kit's fate but my own life hung in the balance.
I heard the footsteps of another person in the distance. I heard a language, I didn't understand. I thought back to what Jenny had said months before. I had to keep my promise, I loved her to the stars and beyond. I was determined to fight for my life, I had a promise to keep.
"Promise you'll wait for me.", Jenny said
"I promise.", I said kissing her gently
"Run if you have too.", Jenny said
I pressed my body as low as I could get and held my M-16 close. I heard the voices of the Vietnamese approach me.I tried to stay hidden, but I would be found.I held the gun tight in my hand and I pointed it, I held my finger on the trigger and as the men approached, I was ready. I waited until one of the men was in my site. I pulled the trigger and I shot the man. He fell to the ground, and I ran to another spot.
I hide as the second man approached, I was in the same position and ready to shoot. Just as the second man was in my line of vision , I shot him. I hit him in the chest and he died when the bullet hit. There was a third man, I knew he was out there, but I had to return to Kit. I didn't see the third man and I was trying to find Kit.
A gun was pointed in my face, I didn't understand what the man was saying. But he was angry, he was made I killed his comrades. He killed my company today, we didn't stand a chance. Kit is dying by himself because of this damn war. A married man with a baby on the way was dying and there was nothing I could do for the young man.
I didn't have to know what the man was saying. The gun in my face was a universal language, I slowly put my M-16 on the ground and held my hands in the air. My fight for survival was keep my mouth shut and listen to his orders. I still had a promise to keep, I didn't want to make my sweet Jenny worry.