Hostile

Chapter 6

The sky was bright red, there was no sun and fresh air to breathe. We were terrified of what was going to happen next. How many people were going to lose their lives and their families in this war? There were already thousands of people dead all around the military base. And over 200 wounded inside the hospital tent. It smelled like rotten flesh in there and we could hardly breath, people were puking and that just made things even worse.

I didn't know how much I could take of this and if I was going to survive this war with a shattered leg. Every now and then I would feel a sharp pain as if someone was poking me with a needle, and that was when I wasn't even moving it.

Around 2 am. The next morning I had to go to the bathroom and was too tired to ask anyone for help. As I tried to put the slightest amount of pressure, pain rushed through my body and up through my spine. I let out the loudest yell and collapsed to the ground, Jerry, Matthew, nurses and doctors rushed to pick me up. "You idiot!" yelled Jerry. "Why the hell would you try and walk on your own?" I looked down in embarrassment and said, "I don't know, I just thought that maybe--"

"Tom!" said Matthew, interrupting me. "A broken leg like that would take at least 3 or more months to heal."

"3 or more months? Matthew, we don't have time for that."

"It doesn't matter, Tom, you have to rest, 'cause tomorrow we have to move, this place isn't safe for us anymore.

"What difference does it make, moving to another place in the world isn't going to make us more safe, the world isn't safe anymore, Matthew! This war is going to kill us all and there is nothing we can do to stop it." All 3 of my friends just stared at me and there was a moment of silence when bombs started raining down from above crashing down and breaking the silence.
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! I look at Matthew and say, "you're right we can't stay here anymore. He nods and instead of waiting for the next morning like we were planning on, we leave immediately.

We get as much Nazi military trucks as we can and got as much wounded as we can in them. Once we were done we were off.
After about an hour or 2 Claire asked, "Do you think that the Americans knew that we were there?"

"Of course not!" spat Matthew. "If they knew then they would have had a plan to get us out before they blew up the damn camp!" It went silent once more, and there was no talking for the rest of the ride.