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Flashbacks to the war came to Roy and Miranda. Being a soldier for Roy, and being and doctor for Miranda. They'd both struggled coming back from the war but separately since they'd just met a couple months ago.

Roy saw the potential in becoming a soldier since he was 15. He finally enrolled at 18, leaving his new wife to worry about him staying safe in one of the worst wars in history.

Roy never thought about the consequences of the war. Watching others die, killing, trying to survive and protect, along with other painstaking reasons. Once he came back at 22, he was a different man, he became an alcoholic. He continues to battle with the struggles and memories of the war. Especially right now.

Being the only female doctor in her quadrant in Vietnam, wasn't hard but it also was. She had to take care of men who were literally blown to pieces. She had to go out with her crew of men and rescue them as either crippled or dead. Carrying the man who she had known to like and respected brought back painful memories and she to battled with PTSD.

"Isn't this like 'nam?" Miranda huffed as her adrenaline started to wear. Johnny took the flare gun and shot it off two more times



BOOM! BOOM!



"I can walk it out guys" Roy said standing on his feet. The two others nodded and they kept walking.

It felt miles before the ground started to raise. And off the handgun went




BANG



Roy and Johnny looked at Miranda scared and shocked

"I thought it would have the same effect" she slurred as her head injury started to kick in

"No" Roy yelled, taking the gun from her, "not at all!" Miranda shrugged and they kept walking

"I'm going to send off another" Johnny said wiping the blood from his eyes. It was starting to dry onto his face which was a good sign but sickening for Johnny since the blood was almost adding another layer of skin to his dry and cracked face




BOOM!  





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A.N.:

You see... From my perspective, at this point in my life, my writing has changed so much, that re-reading this, is like torture for me 😂 because it just weirds me out, I dunno man. I hope it doesn't have the same affect for y'all, because for me... *cringes* I just don't know. Maybe it's because I'm excited about writing more because I prefer my style now? I honestly don't know.


I just glanced ahead at the rest of the story, and now that I'm saying that I'm going to add to it.... I think I might have actually finished it... I'm not sure, so we'll see. I'm still posting all the pre-written stuff today. I got me some popcorn and my music on, so I'm pumped :D

 

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