It’s been eight months, two weeks, and five days since he shipped out and his deployment is nearly over.
And all I can think about is her. Everyday and every night.
The nights are cold and lonely with him not around. I miss his warmth beside me.
The days are hot as hell, the nights aren’t any better, and the locals aren’t too friendly at times.
I can only hope his comrades are watching his back, while he is doing the same.
Freaking Sam, always blabbing on about his “princess”, reminds me of the queen I have back home.
He was talking about a promotion before he left.
A promotion to Sergeant, who would’ve thought of that, I bet Darvon, he would’ve been proud in the thought of me leading my own team.
I do send him packages of books and whatnot; I’ve got to keep that scholar alive inside of that warrior. I can’t leave him uninformed while he’s over there.
It’s always nice to get a new book every week or so. My platoon truly loves to hear what book I got this time. I even read aloud the little notes she puts in the cover to them. That sure gets them going. Hey, whatever works keeps moral up.
He sends back so many of his sketches. Sketches of his men, the surroundings, even a few of the civilians. He’s even sent a few books in Arabic and I’m quite the learner.
Maybe sending those books wasn’t the best idea, now half of my letters are in Arabic, but it sure does help with the private stuff that I don’t want to share.
Yet, I can’t just stop thinking about him, his kind and playful mood.
The way she knows what to say, just at the right time.
The way he holds me as we lie together and read.
Her delicate touch on my face.
How he always tries to make me laugh, no matter how corny or childish it may be.
The way she smiles and says everything will be all right.
I even picked a small coffee addiction since he’s left. I miss making him coffee for him. Walking him up every morning with a kiss then his coffee. It usually turned into more than a kiss and a cold cup of coffee.
I really miss her cooking. Well, near perfect cooking. The nights we would experiment with new recipes and foods. We’d usually end up getting take-out and a movie.
So every night, when I stare at the stars before I go to bed, I can’t help to think about him. How is he, if he’s safe or not. I worry about him, because I care about him.
Every time I pick up my rifle, every time I step outside the wire, every time I put my self in harms way: I cannot help but to think about her. It’s only natural.
I can only hope that he and his comrades are alive and well right now. I want them all to come back safe. I just want to be with him.
“Though I walk through the valley of shadow and death, I fear no evil.” I just pray I am granted another day on this earth and to eventually be with her.
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and secondly,
you are AWESOME
tracking and thumbs up!
I must say.......................THIS IS THE BEST STORY EVER
-Swavey Timn
im getting a bad vibe man
This chapter is really where the short-chapter format is at its best. The dichotomy is brilliant.
I'm not a soldier, and I'm not sure if you're one, but I've had many close friends, my brother, and my father all go into combat. Life after Desert Storm was rough for my father and my family, and that connects me to this very true portrayal of a warrior. Really, really good.
That is beautiful man.
This is so cute! I love how this comes from two perspectives!
“Though I walk through the valley of shadow and death, I fear no evil.”
My favorite verse of all time. I am so very glad you put it in this story
I loved the two perspectives in this chapter. I love how Twi send him naughty messages in Arabic
Minor grammar and punctuation errors but they were overshadowed by the AWESOME and the feelings.
Other great verses that can be applied to soldiers (and that I like) are:
The path of the rightous man is beset on all sides by tyranny and evil...(If you've seen Pulp Fiction then you know the rest) -Ezekiel 25:13
There is one that says that the Lord is my sword, shield, and armor. Its been awhile since I've looked it up.
Greater love have no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends -John 15:13
(Only just now occured to me that I should have put it in the comments for the chapter where Toby explained his friend's death)
*sniff* *sniff* It's freakin beautiful man. FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.
Manly tears dude. Just sitting here, shedding manly tears.
*sniffle*
I swear dude...*sniflle*...if Toby dies....*sniffle*
Oh man...
... *Continues to the next chapter silently, swallowing hard*
The tension is like a bog, barely able to move through it...
Although I have my nit-picks with this story, this is probably one of the best chapters I've read of any fan fiction.
I feel like something is going to go down. Oh god, I hope not. XD
though my fleets fly thought the void of space we fear no evil
tyber zann starwars empire at war foc
I read the entire story the other day and I must admit this is the saddest chapter, also this is a great story
.... woah
EPIK DWAAAAAAAAA
So many feels!
"For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff. They comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Amen." Psalms 23:4-6 (KJV)
1526008 Wow I though I was the only one who still remembers that game (I still play it too).
273041 The passage "quoted" in Pulp Fiction is not actually a real bible verse. It was made up for the movie.
It's kind of funny that I am an atheist and I know the bible so well.
I love this story. I listen to this song and others while reading it and it makes it just a bit more moving.
Dang... Great chapter... But... Dang... It hits you in the feels...