downcast with hopeSubmitted by Kracka at 2006-06-20 05:22:20 EDT
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The battle was long and hard.
He didn’t want to be there.
He joined to get out of the house and away from everything. He didn’t want to be stuck in a go nowhere job and hangout with everyone from highschool like he had seen so many of his friends do. But this definitely wasn’t what he expected.
Basic was a bitch but what basic isn’t in its own way? His training school was hard but he made it through. Then he got to his first station. Things were going well. Nothing too serious. Every now and then a training mission but it was just to keep him and his fellow troops up to par just in case anything ever went down. He never cared about that. It was kind of fun. Then it happened. His troop got the call. They were going in to action.
Three weeks of pure hell. The moment they hit the ground they were getting mortared. He never knew his pulse could beat that fast. This wasn’t going to be good. He felt nauseous as he saw the shrapnel from one of the mortars go through a guy’s leg. He hit the ground as he was taught until the attack was over for the moment. They got the guy to the hospital and he would be fixed up and sent home. If he knew then what was going to happen over the course of the next few weeks he would have gladly exchanged places with the guy.
It was a dark night and they had bunkered down in the field. It had been a full week since they had been anywhere with a shower. He was tired of MREs but he knew which ones were the best. So he pulled watch and ate a cheese tortellini dinner. He never heated them up. For some reason they were better cold and right out of the package. He had an uneasy feeling. The first time since the first time he saw his bullet enter an insurgent. He waved it off because he thought maybe it was just the food talking. He finished his meal and sat back looking out into the dark night. He dreamed of home and how much now after seeing all the killing and wounding that had happened he would love to be in a dead end job chilling with his high school friends. Nothing was going on. It was a good watch. His time was up and he was tired. So as his relief come out he went back to his little tree he had set up and went to sleep.
He awoke to the sound of guns and bombs going off around him. As he grabbed his rifle and sat up he felt the butt stroke of a gun go across his face. That was it for a couple of hours. When he came to he was in a rutted out building. He tried to move but noticed he was tied up. He looked around and noticed that there were about four other people in the room with him. He wonders about everyone else in his troop. As he lies on the floor he checks his surroundings. There are no guards and he has no idea where he is. He asks if anyone knows how long they have been there. No one knows. He isn’t worried because in their training he was always told that they never leave anyone behind. Someone would come and get him. He just had to wait.
A week of sleep passes. He did what his country asked of him. He killed, he protected, and he lived, ate and breathed the military. Now it had been forever since he felt this low. The masked guards he had become familiar to seeing when it was time to eat came in this time with a video camera. They explained in broken English that he and his other people were to tell the camera their name. He did as he was told as did everyone else. Once they were all through the guards shot the last guy. And then said that would happen once a week until his government let some of their people go.
That was three weeks ago now he is downcast with hope.