Operation Termite Hill

Tajikistan; The Place Where War Lies

I let out a long sigh. "Hey, Campbell, can I talk to you for a little?"

"Yes, anytime mate. How may I be of assistance?" He answered with a smile.

"I have a girlfriend who lives back in my country, and she doesn't know I'm going into War. Should I tell her?" I lay sideways on my bed, looking at Campbell, who was on the bed to the right of me.

"Now, that is a good question. Will she go insane?"

"Yes."

"Then, I wouldn't. But, you would be a good boyfriend if you tell her. Be a good boyfriend, that is what I would do."Campbell smiled. I look at him with a straight face. I let out yet another sigh.

"What if she wants to break up with me?"

"She will miss out. Your a strong defender, you might be gone, but you are protecting her and your country! If she does not see that she will miss out on an amazing guy. Also, who doesn't like you?! They are stupid. You are smart, strong, loyal, and cool. They will miss out. Don't think about just one girl. There will be more than just her mate. Now, sleep. We have a big event tomorrow."

I smile at him, he really does motivate people. "Goodnight Campbell."

"Goodnight."

I fell asleep that night with a satisfied feeling in my stomach. Like I did something amazing. I need to tell her. And, I will.

"Well, that's over with." I put my letter in the outgoing mail box, and grabbed my bags. I got in line with Campbell.

"Good Morning my friend." He patted me on the shoulder.

"Good Morning Campbell." I pat him on the shoulder. We boarded the plane together, sitting side by side, I put on some headphones, and zoned out. Campbell did the same. We had our arms linked together the whole time, we both feared this day. We were just twenty, and my parents just died in a crash. I told Campbell about it. He has been supporting me, I'll have bad days, and so will he. We get each other through them though. We were just like brothers, we would always be together. We always prepared for war, but were never really scared of it. Now, we are in the real deal. With a high risk of death. The instructor was talking to us, but I didn't listen. He gave me a slight smile, and put his hand on my shoulder. I saw him say, "Everything will be ok Malachi." I slowly slipped into the ocean of sleep. The plane rocking me further from consciousness and the waves of music that filled my ears also added a few tons to my eye lids. I woke up in a deep sweat, mixed with odd aromas and confusion. Campbell looked at me with complete fear. He slid my headphones off my head, "We... we have arrived in Tajikistan, Malachi."

I let out a sigh as I dropped another letter into the outgoing letter bin. I sent a letter to Marie saying how I'm going to war, and probably going to die. Campbell put his hand on my shoulder, and said slowly, "If you don't live, I won't either. I shall risk my life for you Malachi. Trust me."

I looked at him, imagining what the war would be like. This is where reality kicks in. No more, 'Everyone is caring!' crap. I will not be caring, expeccially to people who want to hurt me or Campbell. I walked over to Campbell, giving him a small hug. Patting him on the back, I let go, and felt more reassured. Campbell and I will stay together, throughout all the war. While walking over to General Foxborn, I yelled as loud as possible. "Oorah!!!!" I threw on a parachute, and jumped out of the flying plane. As I looked above, Campbell yelled in excitement and joy. He had the biggest smile on his face, and I believe, so did I. It was exciting, yet scary. In about one hundred and twenty seconds, we will be running in the Tajikistan suburbs, enemies shooting at us from thousands of different directions. I looked down, finding it hard to breathe. I was losing my consciousness, and my throat tightened up. I blinked the pain away, and remembered what I needed to do. I saw my hands wither away into a pale color, my dark skin disappearing under the surface. My lungs desperately reached for any sign of oxygen, nothing was found. The beating of my heart lowered, and sounded like someone was walking. I could barely breathe, feeling the cold hand of the Grim Reaper grip my shoulder. I shook him away, shaking my head and getting back in the game.