I hear that we're moving out to capture a CIS camp in a few days. Of course that's just a rumor. I'm not a lieutenant yet. Of course I was still put in command of Dead Company, and I was told that I'm an ARC and a lieutenant, but they still want me to go through a trial by fire or some shit like that. I'm not sure why, well I do, but that's aside the point. I'm excited to be back, but I still need to get some nice tattoos. I'm thinking of getting the 212th Attack Battalion logo on my right shoulder, a MIA/POW tattoo on my left peck, and maybe some others. I'm not sure what all I'll get. Also, another thing is that while we are a reconnaissance group, we will rarely do recon. There ain't much recon that needs to be done now. I get out of my soft bed after I lay for hours. I don't want to get up, but I am dragged out of the comfort of the warm sheets by my own conscience. After that I have to go to the outside. I do so and the warmth and brightness of the sun instantly hits me. Looking away I raise my arm to cover the bright globe. How did all of this happen? I think back to the poor, innocent, small child that had died in one of our very beds. I have to go back. I quickly make my way over to the command tent, and then to Cody. I tap on his shoulder,and I watch as he turns towards me.
Me: Sir, I have to go back. Just for a day
He looks at me confused, and then asks.
Cody: Why would you do that Spirit?
Me: A girl, she had died the morning that we were found, and she hasn't been buried
Cody: That's understandable, I'll see to it that we get you a ride. I'm sorry
I give him my thanks as I walk out. I walk out to get Chuck and Angel. I walk out because I cannot bear to look into his eyes. Its embarrassing. I walk out and do get them, then make my way to the angelic beast that has been called upon by our savior officer. We board and the trip is short, and I know this, but it feels so long. I look over the jungle as we go. How beautiful this forest is, but I just wonder. Wonder how many men have been shot and killed in the same beautiful forest I look at. How many shells and artillery shells have hit and torn the land under the treetops. We land and I turn to my two teammates.
Me: Start digging a grave.
Before the can speak I rush into the cave. I walk in and the stench of rotting flesh instantly hits me. I try not to vomit, and I don't, but it's just that much more difficult when I look upon her face. Her corpse has been in this crucible of a home rotting and it's just that much worse. I pick up the body and the skin is flaky and sticky almost. Of course this is just the beginning of the trip. I walk out into the heat and make my way to my teammates. They have made a makeshift grave. Sadly it's not even 3 feet deep, but we can't afford to stay here too long. I set her in slowly and we all shed a small tear. A small tear for that small innocent girl. No name, no mark, nothing. Just lost. The saddest thing is that nobody new her. She won't be remembered by anyone unless her parent are alive. We can't even mark her grave. Her innocent mind and body was killed by this horrific war that will surely go down in history. I take off my helmet and stare.
Me: She was just a girl
Angel: Yeah...
Chuck: Damn this war
Me: Damn it all to hell
I look to the man and women at my side. Will their lives be taken from be too? Like this innocent girl? Like Devil? I can't think like that. No way.
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Star Wars: A Lost Trooper
AcciónCT-1209, nicknamed Ace, and later on Spirit, was not ever like the other clones. He had luck, a personality, and more feelings. On the outside he was just like the others. One day he was lost while on patrol with other 212th troopers. When he is fou...
