The Story of the Golden Ribbon

The Battlefield

"He's awake he woke up!" She said
I rush to the medics tent and there I saw him.
Luke.
Staring off at the wall.
I slowly make my way to him, I see all the tubes jammed into him.
His head turns.
I give him a flash of a smile. He gives one back. I start to make small talk. He starts to make a comment, but then I see his eyes rolling back. I call the nurse! She brings nurses with her. He starts have seizures. They try to hold him down, but it doesn't work.
Then it stops.
It all stops.
The movement.
He's just laying there nurses trying to help but it's not working.
After them trying and trying to help, they finally say he's gone.

Gone.

I sit there trying to piece this together. And finally on of the nurses come up to me and say that Luke had massive brain bleed that led to a stroke.

The next day someone comes and collects Luke's things, and takes the car then drives off. Then I here a general saying that we are going to be deployed onto the battle field tomorrow. Then I start to think what if something happens to me what will my family do. How will they react. I shake that idea out of my mind and start to prepare for tomorrow.

That night I didn't sleep much, and decided to read letters from my family. It brought tears to my eyes as I thought about my family as I drift to sleep. The next morning we are all loaded on to a truck and were brought to the battle field. We spend some time to find a spot. The sound of gun fire and yelling filled the air. We are all in our fox holes that we have dug out and we spend the night. One person keeps watch and has their gun mounted at all time and ready to shoot. It was morning it seemed that the gun fired had gotten closer and we were starting to see smoke. It was a few weeks later and then the mail came, I get a letter and decide not to open it.

It started to become winter which meant it got very cold. The soldier in the fox hole with me got sick very sick. Other guys started to build fires at night and find straw to use as blankets. The problem with a fire is that fire equals smoke which can be lead to being found.

The next morning I woke up to yelling of men and gun fire. I feel a sharp pain in my chest but I head out with the other men, we finally find a place to rest and men start to dig out fox holes I lean against a tree and notice blood. I open my jacket and see a gaping hole in my chest right where my left lung is.

This was the end.