"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want,
He makes me to lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside the still waters, he...." I heard a sergeant recite as he tried joining his detached arm back to shoulder.
The only times I've had to encounter this Bible verse were during morning devotions, the end of church service and when I was in trouble.
I am clearly in trouble!
The field had become more red than it was green,
The blood of the dead and severely injured flowed like water; you'd hardly recognize its thickness.
The status of the war was chaotic, I mean- that's why we're here right?
I aimed at targets and shot down everyone who looked slightly different from me.
I am clearly not a member of the Boko- Haram or the illegal Junta group, otherwise; I'd have decapitated all the bodies I made lifeless... just for revenge.
I spotted my friend- the military asset and the downfall of the army chilling far south beside an armored vehicle with THE General Commander Nnamani himself.
My teammates released the IDF (indirect fire) that caused more fires and deaths.
For someone who knew her death was fast approaching... I am sure it sounds funny to know that I cared-less for myself and more for my co-sergeants.
""Get your knees Zulu" I said while I positioned my gun to shoot at those who aimed to shoot at her.
"Aren't you in the aid?" I asked in a thick voice which only meant I was upset. Why on Earth should a member of the first-aid be seen on the field?
"Yes, but I came into the field to treat the wounded soldiers...like yourself" she said.
"My...myself?" I stammered as I lowered my gun.
Looking down, I saw that I've been shot twice on my right thigh. Pain is never new to me and maybe that explains why it's hard to feel.
I took out a grenade from my chest pocket, pulled out the pin with my teeth as I ran forward to throw the grenade at those coming at me in my weakness.
The effect of the explosion threw me to the ground forcefully, causing me to bleed from both my head and nostrils.
"I need help Zulu" I screamed from the ground trying to wipe off the blood from my nose.
The Zulu closest to me was Akin, he effortlessly ran swiftly towards me as he brought out a thick tag lace and tied it against my wounded leg.
"Retreat soldier, live to fight again" Akin whispered to me.
"I wasn't built in that way" I heard myself respond to him as I self-elevated from the ground before limbing to the war front.
"Where are you Willow?
I need you at south, am wounded. Over." I heard my walking talkie speak.
"Tobi...is that you? Over" I questioned with more sympathy than authority
"Yes, be here in two" Tobi responded with a shaky voice.
I limbed towards south in two minutes, I had reached Tobi's destination but he wasn't there.
CHAPTER END.
To what extent can you endure?
It doesn't really matter how long you've endured life and it's tearful phases...like I'd always tell myself; the light at the end of the tunnel shines brighter than my torchlight- so why not risk it?
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