War

The Leader

Later that very same evening Arthur was being driven to a military base deep in the jungle, and he found himself reminiscing of a time when he was 20 years old and just starting his career as a soldier in the British Army.

"Arthur!" he heard his name being called. He turned around to look. It was one of his comrades.

"What?"He had replied angrily.

"Shouldn't we wait for our commander?"The soldier had replied, fearful of Arthur's aggressive tone.

Arthur had pondered this a moment, and a moment too long, for they could hear enemy fire nearby.

"No, John. Those are our enemies back there. I think it best we move onwards, considering out commander is dead" he started to march forward followed by a couple of soldiers who had seen too much, straggling behind wearily.

"Our commander's dead!?"John exclaimed tragically. "When did that happen? How did that happen?"

"Almost two hours ago John. We were crossing over that river and he got shot along with Paul and Mark. You don't remember?""Suddenly John remembered. He had blocked it all out because it had become so horrible and traumatic, but he remembered.

John shuddered from the memory and continued marching forward in time to Arthur's footfalls. Of the few that were left, Arthur had seldom seen a soldier as resilient as John was. They had plowed through the war and gone their separate ways when it had ended. John had gotten shot and Arthur had been promoted through the ranks earning medal after medal.

Arthur's memory faded as he pulled up to the army base. Now he'd have to go through another war all over again and face so many more deaths than he ever planned he would.