Fight

Everything is Changing

^Delilah's PoV^

{12 Hours Later}

"Okay 2 Section! Get ready to disembark, grab your kit, all of it and get your lids on, it's pitch black out there and I have word from the FoB that a sandstorm is brewing. We will continue our journey to the forward operating base via an irrigation ditch just East of the plane, head straight for it and await further instruction. I need you all awake and ready, don't let me down guys. Stay focused, stay alert and stay alive!" Captain James's famous words, those words you didn't want to ever let go. They gave you hope even in the darkest of times.

I stood up, I hadn't slept for the whole flight, I knew I'd need some rest but I just couldn't. I couldn't trust myself to not have a nightmare. I'd been sat next to Frankie and Monk the whole flight, he'd been trying, and might I add failing to flirt with me. It made me laugh indeed, and Frankie hadn't let go of my hand the whole 12 hours, I found it comforting and I hadn't minded at all.

Frankie was behind me and Monk in front. Despite the failed attempts at flirting he was a really nice guy, I felt a tap on my shoulder and Frankie was holding my helmet. I smiled gratefully and put it on, clipping it and making sure it was secure. My hands gripped my weapon, as we slowly moved off of the plane.

Everything was deadly silent, and I didn't know what would be out there. None of us did, a desert, that could be encased with all sorts of hell, IED's. The Taliban.

I did my checks, just as everyone before me had done as we stepped onto Afghan soil. My weapon, and my eyes scouring the area, checking for movement, I turned, checking on everyone behind me and steadily ran to where at least five other members of 2 Section were waiting. I reached the ditch and dropped down the slope, Monk tapped my helmet and sent a thumbs up to Charlie. Guess that meant I was here.

I waited for Frankie, and did just as Monk had to me. He, not so gracefully, slid into the ditch disturbing the dust, sand and other particles which sent a cloud of sand around everyone.

"Well done Fingers, just as dainty as a ballerina." I heard Kingy shout over and I chuckled.

"You know me Kingy, love to make an entrance." Frankie retorted and I shook my head, he was always such a muppet.

Soon, the ditch was full to the brim with British soldiers, what a sight that would be in the daylight. A bunch of sweaty men, bar 3 women, holding guns and practically eating dust.

"Right guys, head North, stay in line and stay down. Keep an eye out for the soldier in front of you, and they will do the same. Make sure your weapons are on safety lock, don't want any accidents. Monk." Captain James instructed, and the whole squad laughed, obviously he'd done something stupid like that before. We all started moving and suddenly tiredness swept over me like a lead filled blanket I just hoped it wouldn't be long.

An hour and a half later and I was dead on my feet, I kept zoning out, my head was all over the place and, me and Georgie had been distributing the water and checking on everyone, I seriously wished I'd slept on the plane. I felt a nudge on my back and I turned around whilst still walking to see Frankie holding out a bottle of water to me. I smiled, even though I knew he probably couldn't see me and took the bottle, I only too a few sips before handing it back but he shook his head.

"You've been looking after us all the whole way nearly, keep the water El. You need it more than me. Don't worry, we've only got about another 45 minutes to go, but it won't take long. Then we can get some rest." Frankie's voice was reassuring, but I still shoved the water back into his hands, he took it but I knew he wasn't happy. I didn't need it, I was fine, I'd be able to get a drink at the FoB anyway.