Sammy's Hope

The meeting

I had a Sam stay home and kept the door lock and do his schooling. I walked to the meeting with Max beside me. I sat down in the back.
"Anybody New today?" The man asks.
I slowly raise my hand. The man motions me to come forward. I stood up and Max followed me up. I'm wearing my uniform.
"Tell us about yourself." The man says sitting down.
"Um I am Sergeant Major Sammy Jacobs I'm 21. I was promoted after my tour in Pakistan. I served three tours in Iraq and one tour in Pakistan. I went on my first tour after I finished high school at the age of fourteen. The military was my family. I was disowned by my birth family at the age of nine. I got my profiling degree after my second tour. I was diagnosed with PTSD, survivors guilt, depression, TBI, and anxiety. The attacks would only happen once a month but they started getting so frequent and dealing with stress as I'm taking care of my little brother. Our parents died two and a half months ago when their car malfunctioned. I'm doing this so my brother will have a better life then I did." I said. Looking down.
"Are you a dog handler?" A man asked.
"No. Max here was my platoons. In my third tour we were searching for smuggled weapons. When we were ambushed three died from a bombing. His handler was shot a couple times, his best friend who he grew up with was blown up by a grenade. I was the last one alive and low on ammunition. I called for back up. They were now five minutes out. I started shooting at them. They threw gernades I caught some but didn't see the one five feet away. I was blasted away as reinforcements arrived. In my fourth tour in Pakistan this time my camp that held 250 men and woman was attacked. We fought for three days straight. A bullet grazed my face as a grenade went off beside me. My whole right side was burned. The doctors told me it was a Miracle that I still have both my arm and leg. I jumped in front of a bullet for my platoon mate and I was hit in my stomach. By the end of the third day we won but we lost 225 men and woman. Only twenty five went home only ten of those was medical and five others were my platoon. The other ten was communication and sniper specialists." I said. I see Steve in the doorway. I see flashes. I hold my head. I sit down and hold my head in my hands. I here talking and shuffling. I hear my name being called. I look up to see a worried Steve and man from earlier. Their faces are replaced with the wounded faces of my platoon mates. Max pushes a bottle in my hand. I open it and take a pill I swallow it and try to breathe. After a bit I'm calmed down. I look up to see the two men in a serious discussion. They stop when I got up.
Steve slowly steps to me.
"Sammy you and your brother are going to stay at this mans house. His name is Sam like your brothers. He is going to keep you in check. Okay?" Steve asked. I nod my head. I walk out with Max following me as I jog home.