Heroes from the Sky

Day 7

The war rages inside of my head, and the frightening thought that I ran away from a battle where my friends are being held captive because of me. I was only left left with some food left over from the previous days, some cloths to protect me from the harsh and merciless weather and my trusty 30 caliber Springfield which has saved my life several times now. I sat shivering violently waiting for hope or death. It has been about twelve hours since the Germans had captured my whole squad and since we had figured out that Lieutenant Bradford betrayed our country. It seemed that I would die here from natural causes, you idiot! I yelled at myself. You left your friends and partners for your own life. But then I reminded myself that the Captain wanted you to run away if we would be caught. My head was aching having a war inside my head of internal conflict. I was feeling ashamed of myself for leaving battle like a coward but at the same time I was feeling relieved that I was not dead. The war kept on raging in my head and my moral was almost at zero percent. I just wanted to die here and not have to live with the most grave mistake I have ever made in my whole life. I reloaded my gun with the last bullet I had in that clip, I lifted the gun to the bottom part of my jaw making it parallel to my neck and chest. My hand was on the trigger and as I closed my eyes and clenched my left fist, I remembered the good times with my family back at home and the jokes my squad mates would tell me and I would laugh with joy. No, I told myself. I would rather die fighting to release my dear troopers that risked their life for their country than die from suicide. I sat with my back against a tree closing my eyes bringing back those memories that brought me joy in the dark times of this world. This brought the courage to me telling me to do what is right. I stood up with rage and without fear for if I died to the Germans it would at least be trying to free my squad mates and friends. I picked up my belongings and my gun and marched forward back to my destiny, back to my friends and back to the war. I marched for a hour trying to rest when I,could because I would need all off my strength for the up coming battle. The horizon looked familiar it was flat land then the land stopped as if it was the end of the world. But I knew that I was coming up to the cliff where me and my squad mates created the plan that lead us to our demise. I crawled to the edge of the cliff so I wouldn't be spotted by their counter snipers. I laid their wondering how on earth I would accomplish this. But at the corner of my eye motion caught its attention and I saw a German pushing Captain Mustard into a building with his gun. There was a sign above which was in German and it was hard to read but I was able to decrypt it looking at from far away with my scope that was attached to my Springfield. It said: "Holding Cell." I had an idea but it would not work without a diversion but just about five minutes later I heard a muffled, static voice coming from a bush right next to me. I reached and pulled out a black walkie-talkie he size of my hand. A transmission was coming through, and that brought me the answer to the plan that might just work. I started divulging a plan that I hoped might bring me the painkiller to the shame fullness inside of me. The night came and the my mind started spilling out ideas that would save my friends.