'𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚.'
In 2005 Joshlynn Moore is set out to deploy to Afghanistan. She is met with the struggle of trying to adjust h...
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Gulab walks in looking at me with a concerning look on his face.
"Please! Please." I begged.
"I need a knife." I make the motions with my hands once more.
"A knife please!" I begged.
"You know? A knife?" I spoke with doubt in my voice.
He said something in his native tongue before going back to his kitchen. I could rattling silverware in the kitchen. He comes back with a knife in his hand.
"This?" He asked with an accent.
"Yes. Yes!" I nod.
"A knife, Yes!" I placed my hand out.
He grabbed the ducks face about to chop its head off.
"No No!" I yelled.
He paused looking at me.
"No!" I panted.
"For my leg." I pointed to my leg.
"Please!" I begged.
He stared at me with a blank look on my face.
"Give me the knife for my leg! Please!" I panted.
He slowly handed it to me. I cut my pant leg off observing my knee. I let out a few grunts from the pain. I placed a price of fabric in my mouth. I dug the knife deep in my chest removing one of the bullets. I squealed in pain trying to hold my breath as they just watched.
My blood splattered as I removed every bullet wound within me. I screamed and I kicked but I had to be tough. In my knee that was a sharp peice of granite. I held but on the peice of fabric harder slowly removing it. I held my breath trying to be quiet but I let out loud groans. Gulab dismissed his soon from the room as he watched.
I panted as it was finally out. I laid my head gently on the wall.. but after that I don't remember much.
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