His body jerked, and he immediately awoke. He looked to his left and saw her. To his relief, he saw her. She looked over to him and smiled.
“You’ve been asleep for over an hour. I suppose you didn’t get much on the plane?” ask the woman curiously.
“ I haven’t gotten any for over 73 hours. Where are we?”
“ We’re almost home, and I have dinner almost ready.”, said the woman.
They came off the I 95 and into the city. He looked at the grass. The green grass, he longed for it ever since he left.
Then he heard a noise, a unusual noise. He looked behind the seat into the back seat. He saw the young boy move, it was struggling. The Marine reached back and unbuckled the child’s seat. He picked the child up and brought him close to his chest. The child burped and laughed a little.
The Marine smiled and grabbed the woman’s hand. “Its good to be back.”.
“Its good to have you back, Jack has missed you so much.”, said the woman with a grin across her face.
“Now how would you know that?”, asked the Marine.
“Because he ask’s for you every night.”, said the Woman gladly.
“What!? He can speak now?”, asked the Marine with excitement.
“I taught him how when you were away. I was hoping he’d say it when you got off the plane.”, said the Woman with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Wow, you really went out of your way then?”, said the Marine with a little sarcasm in his voice.
“What do you mean by that?”, asked the Woman in a demanding voice.
“Nothing, Ma’am, just trying to be funny. Anyway, when’s the party?”, asked the Marine curiously.
The Woman’s heart dropped, she looked at him and then the road again. “What do you mean!?”
The Marine laughed. “I mean the party that you planned.”
“How did you know?”, asked the Woman in a dull and disappointed voice.
The Marine grabbed her hand and held it as if it were the rope that he slid down during his combat training, and with that he saw the sand again. He looked out the window, and saw the desert, the heat waves in the distance. He looked behind himself to see Johnson, Gonzales, and Biggs. All three of the soldiers were trying to put the intestines back inside of Smith.
Smith was staring at the Marine. He had a paper white face with dirt and blood covering his forehead and cheeks. He muttered something, something that made the Marine cringe, which was something he never did. Smith smiled and said it again and the words went down the Marine’s back like Ice Water.
“Do you remember? Remember the words, the words of the Squad?”. Smith coughed up some blood, but repeated the words. “Do you?”.
“Yes, yes I do.”, answered the Marine.
“Get ready for hell boy’s, because tomorrow you’re going to wake up in it.”, said Smith.
“I live by them Smith. Why do you ask?”, said the Marine.
Smith smiled and said with his final breath, “Do you think I’ll wake up in hell?”. With that, the three men in the back of the vehicle cursed and fell back into their seats.
“Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! Those fucking Muslim, towel headed sons of bitches!”, yelled Johnson.
“Calm down Marine. Gonzales, get the sheet out of the back and cover him, the core man will tag him and bag him when we get to the CP.”, said Biggs.
“I can’t believe he managed to stay alive this long, most would of died on the spot.”, said the Marine.
“What did he say to you? He muttered something to you.”, asked Biggs.
The Marine looked at Biggs and gave him the look that he had given him whenever he couldn’t answer.
Biggs moved closer to the Marine and put his hand on his shoulder, “Steve, I understand you two were good friends. If you want, you can go with the core man and pay your respects alone.”
“No, I’ll get over it.”, said Steve.
He turned around and looked out the window. The small noises of Jack came into his ears and the soft hand of Katie grabbed his.
Maggot Face wrote:
Not too bad. Although you seem to be skipping a lot in between.
He’s having flash backs. They seem to just jump at him when he least exspects it. To me, after I read it myself, it sounds like I’m trying to describe a movie rather then write a story.
If this were a novel, or at least if I were able to make it look like a novel, it would look and sound alot differn’t
I know i should but i’m still dibating with
myself over it.............................
DO IT...Then maybe I will get may ass into gear and churn out “the well” the tale of one mans struggle to escape the inescapable and “the lonely” a tale of one mans unfortunate habit of killing everything he touches.
Both are already fleshed out in my head, I just need to sit down and type them out.
Oh and I can probably spew out a ship load of poetry on any subject you please.
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