Military living

Second tour

The second tour was a lot harder ten I thought. Long hours lots of fights. I had many close encounters.
My team has slowly fallen apart. Joe got shot and sent home on honorable discharge and given the Purple Heart.
I sit on my bunk looking at the picture of me and Charles. We took it two weeks before the accident.
"Who's that" the newbie asked.
"It was my brother and I. We took the picture two weeks before he died in an accident. He saved me pushing me out of the road. My parents blamed me for his death." I said looking at the picture.
"How old were you then?" He asked.
"Six. My ball rolled into the road. My parents were in the house arguing about my brothers fight at school." I said with a small smile.
"He actually took care of me. Unlike my parents." I said.
"Oh. You don't look over eighteen." He stated.
"That's because I'm sixteen. I thought you should know the rest of the platoon does. Now if you start scolding me like them I will personally escort you to the furthest bunk." I said with a smile. He opened his mouth then close it.
Luke the newbie was welcomed into my squad. We fought hard. But then it happened.
I was fighting and a explosive went off beside me and I blacked out.
When I woke up I felt so much pain. I look to see my right leg and arm missing.
A doctor came in and explained to me what happened. I was told I was going to be awarded the Purple Heart and I'm discharged honorably. John, Luke, and Bill all came in. Luke handed me my picture of my brother with a sad smile.
"You did well Dynamite. You are a hero just like your brother." John said.
"Yeah and now I have to go home to hateful parents who don't care about me because I killed their son." I cried out.
"Take it one day at a time." Bill said.
I nodded and looked at each one of them.
"Your lucky your not feeling this pain. My writing arm is missing." I said with a pain filled laugh.
They shake their heads.
"When is your tour over?" I asked.
"In two months." They said.
I nodded and let a tear out.
"Looks like I'm going to high school." I said.
They laugh and say good luck.
The general came in with two people with cases. My squad left giving me a smile.
The gave me prosthetics. The general gave me my Purple Heart and told me I was moved up to colonel. I thanked him. I was released after gruesome therapy.