The Fighter

Chapter 50

Everybody swarms around us once we get back. Somebody calls in the generals to take us back home. Alan stitches my arm as we wait.

"What did they do to you when you it captured?" Alan ask Oliver.

"They just tied us up and then hid us. They didn't hurt us they just picked on us." Oliver says. It was very fishy that they didn't kill them right away or beat them.

"That's weird." I say. If I had captives I would kill them after the second day.

"They kept us alive to lure you in." Oliver tries to find an explanation why but I still just doesn't add up. Jax comes over to our small huddle.

"Jax!" I get up and give him a quick hug. Alan stands up and gives Him a small bro hug before we all sit back down again.

"Macy is going to kill me once she finds out." He laughs.

"If she finds out," I correct him as we all chuckle.

We all converse as the plane arrives. It hovers above the trees, sending down a ladder. I get every soldier on first before I pull my self up. The generals are delighted to see us well. General Hugh gives me a hug.

"61 boys this time," does a quick count as we take our seats. Hex sits down beside Oliver and me.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving my life," he says, "and I also wanted to say sorry for everything I did in the past. I shouldn't have over looked you. You're a great soldier. I promise I will never over look a girls try ability." He finishes.

"Its ok. Jax was just like you when I just came in but now he's realized that girls are so powerful and valuable." I pat him on the back.

A little while later we begin to land. When I get in Basel pack everything up and go to the palace. I take a letter from Henry out and begin to read it on the bus.

"Dear Scarlett,
You're a total pest, you know that? Ive been trying to write this letter for an hour now but you keep looking over my shoulder. But now you're asleep and snoring... anyways I just wanted to give you another one of my brilliant pep talks. We found out today that Muttford was containing people in camps for being different. Well when I think about it in glad to be different. I'm happy to fight for this reason. When I think about it we are both so different from everybody. Being different isn't a dreadful sin. Fitting into stereotypes is more of a sin then being different. I guess my main point I'm trying I make is that we are both fighting for people like us, not just to be patriotic like everybody likes to think. In reality we are all so different no matter how alike we are. We are all just fighting for each other. But that basically wraps up my mixed emotions I feel right now. I love you dearly.
Love always,
Henry"

Henry makes many valid points that I wish everybody else could see. But they can't because society has a thick, stubborn, shell that doesn't want to crack. One day I'd like to take a sledge hammer to the weakest point so there can be a crack and then the next thing we all know will all come tumbling down and we can all rebuild a better one.

As I arrive at the palace I fold up my letter. I go inside and reclaim my bed room. I take a shower and meet the crew in the library. Now we are taking in two new recruitments under our wings, hex and storm. They all sit by the fire place freshly bathed.

"What's next? Are we going around to do interviews for new recruitments?" I ask making myself comfortable in a chair.

"If somebody asked you about how war was would you really risk telling the truth?" General Hugh reasons.