short things I write In The Silence

The desert

It's all hot. Everything was scalding him. He took a drink from his canteen. The sun heat was beating on the small group of trucks riding in the endless desert. The wind blew warm in his face as he checked all his gear. Gun, ammo, water, side arm, tacticals, he had counted it so many times over. He worried. But what was to worry its just a empty desert, nothing dangerous can be out here. He reached into his chest pocket and pull out a small picture. He smiled as he looked at the girl in the picture. She was buetiful. Long blonde and brown hair, glasses and a innocent look. He looked for a few more seconds before returning the picture to his pocket. He laid back and as he did the truck hit a small bump. Everything was slow. The small bump was a mine in the road. The truck was flipped in the air before hitting the second truck in a twisting and vicious wreck. Everything was silent. No noise. He opened his eyes slowly. Everything was ringing and smokey. both the trucks where wrecked and it appeared the crew laid dead. He called the Sargent. Nothing. he called for his buddies. All he could hear was fire. He tried to move but he couldn't. Then he looked.  A piece of metal was lodged into is stomach. It pinned him down and was slowly causing him to  begin to bleed out. He cried out. Nothing. He yelled as hard as he could. Nothing. He tried to move the piece of metal but it didn't budge. He cried out in pain as the metal dug even deeper into his stomach. He didn't want to die this way not in the desert alone and trapped. He didn't want to die when he signed up and he still didn't now. He tried again as hard as possible to get the metal moved. It only lodged deeper and deeper. He yelled in anguish and began to sob. He begged to everyone. To god to his family to his wife to anything that was listening. He cried out for help as loud as possible hopping for someone. Nothing. He sobbed more and more. He slowly grabbed his chest pocket for the photo. It laid intact. He smiled at the woman in the photo. He gave it a kiss and tried with everything he could muster all he can create with his arm strength. No movement. He cried out and began to sob again as he clutched the photo close to him he uttered. "Im so so sorry honey please forgive me i didnt want to leave you. i just wanted to prove i can be something". He sobbed as the last bit of his body began to succumb to the blood loss, and just like that his life faded out of him. He wasn't their anymore just a corpse soon to become another number in this never ending spreadsheet we call war. They found the wreckage a week later, and remaining in the wreck of corpses laid a man with a photo of a buetiful woman on it.