I was facing a big decision. You see, you can't carry a man and the equipment and still be able to fire a gun. You physically can't, unless you're Shiva and drink that potion Obelix used to. It's funny to see those guys in movies shooting their guns with one hand only, even two in each hand. Hey, funny fact! A gun kicks back like a fucking horse! That shit is gonna break your face unless you hold it right! And you can't fire a riffle one handed. I checked my 9mm but guess what? I had 2 bullets. Oh the irony! I was fucked. It was either let him die or get us both killed out there. The choice was obvious.
My whole body was in pain and I couldn't move right. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world of my shoulder, both mentally and physically. Well, considering the fact that those boys are my whole world, I was indeed carrying a part of my world on my shoulders and fuck me, it was heavy! I could only think of how much I'd make Clark exercise and only feed him fucking salads and cucumber!
Peace didn't last long. As I was approaching the local where the missiles had landed, I realized they were searching for us. Motherfuckers wanted to be sure we were dead. I threw Clark behind some car, a little too abruptly but I wanted to kill them so bad, my blood was boiling under my skin! I checked for ammo in my pockets but it wasn't there. I swear I was about to lose it! Then I checked Clark's pockets. It was gone! The fuckers were standing right in front of me, I had the perfect alignment to blow them just like they did to us but no! Because my fucking ammo vanished like smoke in the air! I was so pissed... I didn't think twice. I grabbed my knife and threw myself to the wolves.
I let rage blind me. What I did back there was a mistake! I could've gotten myself killed! You see, we're soldiers. We're supposed to keep our minds cool, even when the situation heats up. I did everything but keep my cool. I lost it. I didn't think. I was able to get to one of them but as soon as I slit his throat the other heard him. Fucking idiot sounded like a pig dying.
-That's what you get for killing my friend!-I had tears running down my face and riffles pointed to my head. I was lucky. They hesitated... But my team didn't. They were screaming at me in a language I couldn't understand when I saw my team rising uphill. -I don't know what the fuck you're saying, but I'm gonna assume it means goodbye.-I pointed behind them and as they looked over their shoulders, my team smoked them!
-Ellie!-Taylor ran to me and hugged me.-You scared the leaving shit out of me... I mean! Out of us!
-Hunter, are your comms working?-I ignored Taylor unintentionally.
-Yes, perfectly!-He answered
-Then call air support right now! Clark is dying back there!-I almost lost it again.
-About that...-He whispered and looked down.
-There's no air support.-Steve said rudely.-Whatever you see in the sky is not ours.
-WHAT?!
-Johnathan and Taylor, go cover Clark.-Steve ordered.-Hunter, keep working on those comms. Get us a doctor up here. Fast!-They all did as he said.
-What do you mean there's no air support?!-I couldn't believe.
-I mean we're in a shithole and nobody's coming to get us. How are you feeling?-He looked me in the eyes.
-I'm good...
-Jones! Don't bullshit me! You and me are gonna have a serious conversation! But not now. Hunter, where is that fucking doctor?!
-He's not coming sir...-Hunter whispered.
-What?!-The Sarg. and I said at the same time.
-He just got killed so I guess he's not fucking coming!-He said, pissed. I ran my hand on my face as Steve kicked some rock.
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Army Strong
Teen FictionI was never meant to be a stay at home kind of wife. I was never meant to simply get a job, pay bills and die. I was 19, looking for a purpose. I was just another kid who had finished school but soon found out the whole sea of opportunities they tel...
