Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
LEVI HUDSON
"If I do not make it back, it has been an honor serving with you men. And I would gladly do it over again if given the opportunity. Do not blame yourselves If I do not come back. We are Seal Team 7!" She shouted.
"HOORA!" We yell and before another word can be said, General Stilinski turns on her heel and and runs back to the vast area, searching for our fallen comrade.
"Fuc*!" Yells Ryan Martinez, as he punches the wall of the chopper, leaving a decent sized dent in it.
"Hey! Watch it!" The pilot yells at him, and we all make a move to restrain Ryan from doing it again.
"It's all my fault. If I had kept better track of Sam then none of this would have happened! Lia would still be here, and we would be on our way back! It's all my fault! It's all my fault, it's all my fault." He said, repeating the last part over, and over, and over again.
"Listen Ryan," Says Xavier Santiago. "None of us could have prevented what happened. Lia told us how dangerous this mission was. We all knew the risks, Ryan." He spoke hardly. "She did, and so did Sam. You did, and so did Levi, and Tristan, and Logan, and me. All of us. We knew there was a chance we couldn't come back and the fact that Anelia went back for him was inevitable. It could have been any of us. At any time. So don't you dare sit there and sulk to yourself. You're going to pull yourself together, sit there, and count the minutes until they come back. Levi! How much time is left?" He says then asks me.
They all turned to me and I cursed softly under my breath when I saw the time.
"3 minutes." I say and all the murmuring from the guys ceases. Everyone took their respective seats and sat in silence. We sit, and we sit there, waiting, anticipating, and just listening for some sort of difference, that could give away any sort if tell that they were coming back, that anyone was coming back. "30 seconds." I spoke up, and Xavier sighs, standing.
"Alright. Anthony!" He gets the attention of the pilot. "Lets get this chopper started up." He says and we all get a depressed aura in the helicopter. We can all feel the blades start to move and see the dirt start to pick up around us and in the air.
"Wait! Wait! WAIT!" We hear from the distance, and everyone's heads snap to the outside of the chopper, where we see a limping figure approaching us in full military gear.
"SAM!" I yell and as the figure grows closer. Tristan and I jump out and put an arm around each of his arms around our shoulders and lift him up and into the chopper. We get him into his seat and we start looking around. "Where's Anelia?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"She traded places as hostage. Said there would be no way the both of us would be able to make it out." He says and all of us let one lone tear slip. For Our friend, sister, and General.
Ryan goes and sits in front of Sam in the small space the chopper has provided between seats. He leans forward and rests his forehead against his and puts a hand on the back of his neck. Sam shakily put a hand on the back of Ryan's neck and they both closed their eyes and took a deep breath.
Its hard, to know if your partner is safe or not.
In battle, your partner is your best friend. You bond with the whole team, of course, but your partner, besides your team leader, is who your generally closest with. Yes, we're all a family, we all know everything about each other. Anything and everything. But your partner is like your blood brother. They are, your brothers.
By this time, the chopper is already landing back at base and everyone is rushing over to us, other soldiers, medical personnel, and some high ranking officers. Everyone crowds Sam as he's loaded on a stretcher, and Ryan goes with him to make sure that he's okay.
The different Generals of the base surround us. General Wilson, General Anderson, and General Taylor all stand with straight backs and straight arms, but you can see the concern evident in their eyes. They say a General is supposed to be the hardest person on the base, but when it comes to Anelia Stilinski, you can't help but show your emotions. "Where's General Stilinski?" Asks Wilson and we all shake our head.
"She's been taken hostage by the enemy sir." I inform him. "In order to protect her injured comrade and to save the hundreds of others on this chip." I hand him the chip as he nods in understanding. Water wells up in all of their eyes and I can see others in the back spreading the news.
"Sound the alarms." He barked. "Let every relevant ranking officer know about this, but for everyone's sake keep this out of the media. General Stilinski has been taken hostage and we will stop at nothing to get her back. I want to keep this as low as possible. We want her back but starting a national crisis is not the way to do it. Protocol for someone of her status is a week. If we don't find her and bring her back in a week, this goes worldwide, and mark my words, when I say that EVERYONE will know her name. Me and the other Generals will head to her home and let her family know. WE WILL GET HER BACK!" He yells and all 300 of us at the base look to the flag that was flying high and salute.
"TO SERGEANT MAJOR GENERAL ANELIA LETO STILINSKI OF THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS!" General Anderson yells over the intercom that sounds over the camp. "WE WILL FIND YOU AND BRING YOU HOME SAFELY!" He promises.
"HONOR, COURAGE, AND COMMITMENT TO THE VERY END! THE FEW, THE PROUD!" We all yell, and the guards at the entrance/exit all shoot a round of ammo into the ground below us, as a reminder to what happened here today.
We will find you Anelia, and bring you home safely.
-------------------------------------
I still don't know what possessed me to make such a dark entry to the book, but it had gotten a lot of positive feedback.
