Drafted- A Story Of Heroes

9

They named it Jo. I couldn't help but laugh at them for doing so. They said that John was a weird name for a dog but they still wanted a name close to my own. That's the good news. We are on the edge of Wilk. Jones and Fen are writing letters to Geo as we speak, they want to say goodbye. It feels like we are giving them little to any hope. In every letter we say goodbye and how much we care for them. Its hard to move on from such words as they are always in the back of our minds. Goodbye.

WE SURVIVED! I SURVIVED! I don't know how to move on from such a fact. The enemy is moving back. We are actually winning! I had little to any faith in such repercussions, but I'm grateful. We've lost many. But we completed our goal, I'm sure they are pleased with the outcome. 

Brown, Ms. Denise Brown....How could I comfort you? Your brother is dead. I could never imagine such a terrible thing. Her boyfriend has not been located. We are to move towards them. The minor war is over, so I've been told. Since we completed our mission we are to be giving a new. We are the closest thing my army has to special forces. The Vise is now an enemy for the allies. They broke our treaty and promise. We will be invading them next. All this death, and for what? Walker, King, Scott, Hill, Baker, Carter and Roberts.... You saw us to the end.

I was shot again. I feel sick. If any words could describe my pain, they'd be, something one could only imagine as a hot knife consistently pressing my skin. Fen hasn't left my side, silly fool. Jones is contacting Kino Adams. I thought that it wouldn't be fair for me to leave now. I want to stay and see things through. I never would've pictured myself wanting to stay. But these men are my brothers. We fight and we die together. I can't leave now when they are still here. I'm going to be fine, I'm just a little sick from the medication. 

To mention anything as depressing as ones death is horrible. Jones couldn't get my leave and is blaming himself. Its not his fault. They both believe that I'm going to die. Am I? I don't think so. My leg is still not healed up. The medics are almost gone. So many of our own that died were the medics. The Finish people will do anything in their power to end the world as is. I walk with the help of Fen and Jones. Wilk is not that important to the Vise and Finish. If I call them by their countries will that make them more human? I tried to avoid it as much as possible. They are not anything close to us. They are not.

My mind has been in a scramble since I've gotten shot, but my leg is finally healing. I can walk enough to fight. The Vise kingdom is hard to navigate. They are in mountains and hills. Rocks apon rocks. Cold and desolate. Our location makes it harder to contact Geo and Linda. Fen is slowly losing his temper. Any little thing can set him off. I think I should stop writing and focus on him and Jones. 

.......

Fen and Jones were sitting on the ground next to Davis. 

"Davis, when we get home, do you think Georgia will like me as much as she does now?" Fen picked at his food with his spork. 

"I have no idea." He replied weakly.

"Don't bother him, Fen." Jones pulled the cup of hot water off the fire. 

"Here drink this Davis." He helped him sit up to drink it. 

"We ran out of tea. But hot water will do about the same thing." 

"How much farther out until the capital?" Fen stabbed his food.

"Don't play with your food. About ten miles. We'll get there before the end of the day." 

"Tomorrows going to be hard, will you be okay Davis?"

"Worry about yourself, Fen." Davis shifted in his seat.