The realization

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I can hear all the footsteps, voices and the scent of all the things around me.. It smells blood, yeah, I know exactly the smells of blood and the fresh wounds.... Where am I?  I keep asking myself, I have to remember, I need to think , but She is always destructing me when  I am thinking..... Ahhh, I heard the beeping sound of a machine as if someone's heart just stopped!! Wait, I am in the hospital! God , I am not in the middle of war right now, with the fire guns and bloody body and dirt that covers my body altogether... Maybe I was hit by a bullet or  badly wounded that's why I am in the hospital or Am I the one who's heart stop beating just right now??

" hello, P2 ," I heard her say that name again..  "P2" Is she talking to me? Then I smell her scent, that very particular scent she is always  wearing whenever she called that "p2."  Her scent is so sweet, just enough to please my nostrils....  Her voice is also sweet, like maybe she is just around mid - twenty's... I wonder if I am in coma,that I cannot open my eyes and yet I can hear her... Yes , I  am in coma, convincing myself, just like the movies that
I watched!
oh God I wanna wake up ! Or maybe not...

I need to remember what had happened to me..  I need to know what happened to my troops, where are they now? Why am I alone or am I really alone and who's heart just stop beating the moment my mysterious woman arrived....

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