Hell of a Soldier

Ch.5|Mission party crasher

                                                                                Dylan

Yesterdays visit really put things into perspective for me. Riggs wasn't my friend. He didn't believe me and neither did the doctor.

Fuck them both. That little girl, stabbed me.

Riggs came by and told me they were leaving for the mission in about, well now 15 minutes. Thats why Im in my uniform and waiting for an opening to get into one of the rovers. Avery and Riggs were going to be in the first 2 with about 5 other guys.

The rest were just filled with other soldiers.

Once Riggs and Avery were gone, I made my move to get into the Rover at the back of the line. I Rushed into the passenger seat that was usually empty for hazardous reasons.

"Think you're in the wrong rover, Private." A solider i have become familiar with greets me with a warm smile.

"Sam. Im glad I picked this one." I laughed.

Sam was super sweet and turns out we grew up in the same town.

He was also super handsome. He had curly brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. His skin was tanned to perfection and his body wasn't half bad.

As we continued our journey to Baghdad, Sam and I talked. Apparently no one knew I had surgery or been stabbed. I kept it from Sam as well and lied about where I was the last 2 days.

I started getting hot about halfway there. Figured it was just my wound healing.

"Hey Dylan?" Sam sounded like a boy when he said my name.

"Yeah Sam?" I smiled and shifted to face him.

He stutter his words a little as his face got red, "Nothing. We're here." He smiled and turned off the rover.

As we climbed out of the car, I felt the anxiety in my stomach start to boil. I was going to be yelled at and possibly discharged for disobeying orders.

Sam must have noticed my discomfort as we prepared our equipment.

"What's going on with you, D?" Sam asked as he loaded his assault rifle.

"Can I be honest with you without you freaking out?" I stopped loading my bag and turned to face him.

"Of course." Sam put his weapon down and gave me all of his attention.

"I may or may not have been in the clinic the last 2 days." I mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Sam caught me off guard with that.

"Im alright." I nodded.

"Okay good," Sam took a deep breathe,"Now what the fuck is wrong with you? What happened?"

I chuckled a little.

"A girl from the town caught me off guard with a box cutter." I shrugged and lifted the hem of my shirt up, revealing the wound.

"You shouldn't have came, Dylan." Sam shook his head and touched the areas around the tender skin.

"I can't be discharged." I shook my head and covered the sore wound with my shirt.

"You won't be discharged for everything. Especially not this. Plus you basically run the show here. They'd be crazy to discharge you." Sam smiled and everything felt better.

"Lock it up fellas! We have a 10 mile walk before we set up camp." I heard Avery yelling from the front of the line.

"Let me carry your bag for you." Sam went to grab my bag but I snatched it up.