I noticed how encompassed with sweat she was. Every inch of her bed was drenched seamlessly in her vixens. I sat down slowly on the bed, causing it to dip.
Her voice was laced with whimpers as her lips parted slightly. Her back arched slightly, caus...
PROLOGUE "We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us." - Winston Churchill
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It was freezing cold. It was so cold that one of my men made the joke, "This water is colder than Ronnie's heart." That earned him a jittery laugh from a few of the soldiers, but a glare from me.
If I were sergeant thirty years ago, I would've sent his ass to the Russian front. Sadly, in today's society, it's viewed as immoral. To be rather honest, a firing squad isn't as bad as my fiery wrath he received.
Water clung to our bodies, consoling our skin. We were tracking through the murky terrain only to take shelter on the other side. My eyes were alert. The movement ahead of me ceased my legs from moving.
My left hand slowly draped off my rifle. Once my arm was extended enough for my hand to be a couple of inches above my shoulder, I balled my fingers into a fist.
Hearing the soft swishes of water behind me, stop, set my nerves at ease. Some of the guys breathed out exasperly. Johnson whisper-yelled, "What does she have now?"
Looking over my shoulder, glaring at him, may I add, I slowly ducked under the water. Once under, I opened my eyes to see if I could make out any form of movement. The only thing eligible to decipher was a shiny disk two feet ahead of me. It was plastered amongst the sea's floor, wrapped in seaweed and aluminum wire. Really, a landmine?
Popping my head above the water, Tucker, my corporal, who was right behind me, sensed something was wrong. I whispered to everyone, "Landmine below, follow close behind me."
Everyone had a gleam of fear shine throughout their irises. Giving them a quick reassuring smile, we continued. I quietly ducked my head back under the water every five feet or so, just to be safe. Right before we reached land, my head pounced beneath the water once more. After checking if there were any more traps, I popped my head out of the water for the last time.
The fleet of men replicated every brand my shoe left. The first step on the deciduous land was made by my boot. One after another, all fifteen men in my squad came up onto land. While crouched down, gripping my gun with one hand and signaling the soldiers to follow me, we began our trip into the woods.
I had an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. The sound of the twigs crunching beneath our feet was the only thing audible besides the wind. After being in the Army for three years, you learn that silence isn't always pleasurable. It usually ends up in a fire-fight. I again held up a fist, signaling the fleet to stay put.
I saw a long, thin, almost transparent wire that stretched for ten yards. Tucker, again, leaned towards me and asked me what's wrong. The corporal followed my gaze and I could sense his stupid, senseless grin. His hand-coded my shoulder a few times before he removed it.
