The Adventures Of Tyra™

Flashback Part 1

As i gaze down at my white gloves on the steering wheel of my car my vision fades. I hear a familiar voice, a stern voice, echoing in my ears. A voice i hadn't heard in a long while. "Bishop! BISHOP! HELP!" i snap my head to the right to see my old sergeant sitting in the corner of the tank, holding his abdomen in pain. I rush to him and rip his jacket open to inspect the gushing wound. I take out my bandana and apply pressure to the wound, knowing it won't help at all. He had lost far too much blood to survive this. I didn't want to admit it, but the shell hole was too wide to stitch up in this narrow space. I couod see it in his eyes, he was almost gone. I bring him into a tight hug as he died in my arms. "God.... Damn it.... Why. Why do i always fuck up?!" my grief quickly became anger as i shouted to my other crewmates to keep firing. I grap my grease gun and sidearm and throw open the hatch. I stand and grab the standard .50 and begin mowing down the Nazi's closing in on our tank. I feel a hand grab my jacket and pull me down inside the tank. I slump down in the corner by Hancock and weep. I must've cried for hours. Even after we made it back to base, i stayed in that corner and wept. I look at my once white gloves and see them soaked in blood and tears, as i stare at the crimson gloves my vision fades to black.......