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The Hessian

The Hessian

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I could feel the musket ball bite slowly into my gut, but it wasn’t the blood spilling out onto the snow that scared me; it was the hot led, tearing well into my stomach before eventually slowing, and finally lodging near my spine, carrying all of the carnage it had created with it. The round went nearly through me, bringing me to the ground in less than a second, everything I could see faded slowly to black as a puddle of piercing red collected about me. In war, there is no honor, no pride, and no regret for one's own actions.
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Eight years of missed embraces burns hot when I return to the small town where it all started. I did all the things I left to do; got the degree, the internship, and The Job. Why did it feel so hollow? I always hoped I would see Trent again, but I never expected to find him licking his wounds back in town after a stint as a Navy SEAL. My aunt left me properties that I have to take possession of, but I realize they won't be the only thing needing to be claimed. Trent insisted that I understand what eight years of bottled up steam feels like, delivered with military precision in one blazing, glorious night.

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