A soldier's death is a sacrifice to protect the innocents in turn of what he or she need to do to insure of it. Will this soldier from his world carry into the next and what of he fails when morals and one sanity will be tested and strained in turn...
???'s thought: It's the fourth day of this Odin forsaken, having bullets flying everyone while at the same time praying for the Valkyries to pick you up to enter Valhalla.
Random American Soldier or RAS: [yelling] Turn the turret to the left!
Driver: [calmly yelling] Try dodging these RPGs!
RAS medic: [quickly taking his dog tags] Sir, Carlos is gone!
RAS: [getting on the turret] Go to hell, you bastards!
I start shooting from the busted window that was taken out from rather large bullet. I've shown no fear, no sadness, just greet him or her maybe it? With open arms!
Driver: [yelling] Oh shit! RPG!
Suddenly we all went into the air flying as if we're birds only to crash near some form of markets, opening my eyes and feeling great pain in my hip. Looking around I see a decent hunk of steel from some part of the Humvee buried deeply. When the driver quickly open the door and running out on fire, I shot my pistol at his head for more of a humane death. Our squad medic came out of Humvee with his left leg torn off and barely holding on to the rest of his leg.
Medic: [putting C-4 on himself and made a dead man switch on his right hand] ....
Our acting Sergeant safely getting out of the Humvee and his M1 Carbine and what ammo he has left and being both rifle man and radio operator and calling for help. My vision start to fade seeing him than grabbing our medic and me with both hands to a safer place only to be shot in the head. About 15 Taliban soldiers rush to our location seeing me alive.
Taliban #1: Do we take prisoners, sir?
Leading Taliban: We need too.
???: [garbing the dead man switch] See you guys in Helheim!
I pushed down and close my eyes for the final time as a bright light comes and goes.
Few hours later in one of the rooms of Valhalla medical beds.
???: [waking up] Arrgh.
Valkyrie: [noticing him] Ah, finally. You woke up!
???: [sarcastic and getting up from the bed] Yeah, I'm the Dragonborn of Whiterun.
Valkyrie: Very funny, Jimmy.
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[Jimmy when his at home and off duty from deployments and wearing a Thor's hammer necklace and no red glove and is mostly Apache.]
Jimmy: [readjusting his necklace] I assume you're here for?
Valkyrie: [small smile] Odin, wants to speak with you.
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