It was still a bit dark when I woke. The sun was starting to rise of over the city. I couldn’t sleep, which wasn’t any different from most nights. Sitting up, rubbing my face, I couldn’t focus. I know he’s fine. I know he’ll be back. He’s a strong solider, a brave solider, but I cannot stop worrying about him. Flipping on the lamp, I decided it was time to start my day. I grabbed one of his shirts put it on. Though he couldn’t be here, right now, this shirt would have to do.
Staggering into the living room and I flicked on another lamp. Its light cast an eerie glow over the sketches covering the walls. Turning on the TV and changing the channel till it reached the news. Satisfied with that, I began the rest of the other morning routine. Prepping the coffee, gathering the bread for making toast, I was only half listening to the news. But right now it didn’t matter. There was only happy feel good news. Thankfully the coffee was warming and the toast was nearly done, so I didn’t have to listen to this for long.
“And today in news on the War in Afghanistan,” the newscaster began. That peaked my interest real quick. I usually had to listen to these segments. Something always made me watch these segments as much as I hated them. So peeked my head from kitchen to get a look at the segment. “A convoy was hit by a well coordinated and vicious attack.” The image of the newscaster switched to a video of the aftermath. A burning Humvee, another one further down nearly in a ditch. Bullet holes pocketed the Humvees that were on the road. Upon closer inspection, pools of dried blood were on the road intermixed with various bullet shell casings. “It appears the attack was imitated by IEDs then attack with small arms fire. Then the convoy was hit by rocket and motar fire. As of now the situation has been contained, and there have been no groups stepping forward to claim responsibility for the attack. There are reports of numerous US causalities.” From there it cut to close up of a solider being loaded onto an APC.The solider with covered in blood, his uniform soaked with either his own or someone else’s. Medics frantically working all around him, and then it hit me. I ran to the remote and paused the TV. I got a closer look at that solider. No. Not just any solider, not just any wounded solider, that’s my solider. My Toby. My hands began to shake, my knees became weak, and I couldn’t stand anymore. Slowly bracing myself against the wall, I fell to floor. No… No… Nononononononono that can’t happen, not to my Toby. Tears rolling down my face, the paused image of Toby fixed on the screen, why this… why now.
Poor Twi.
Worst way to get bad news. Ever. Of all time.
The news doesnt show those kinds of clips on the news. Only wounded soldiers you see are already in the hospital.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Not TOBY!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WHY!? WHY YOU HURT TOBY AND TWILIGHT!?
THIS IS THE WORSE POSSIBLE THING!!!
I dont usually swear but:
I FUCKING KNEW IT! SOMETHING just HAD to go wrong, hadn't it?
I have been reading a lot of these lately...
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Staggering into the living room and flicked on another lamp. it should be "i turned on another lamp" or something like that."Its light cast and eerie glow over the sketches covering the walls." and needs to be an.
oh noes worste thing to happen evar
He died? I doubt Twilight spends 17 chapters brooding... some crazy shit's gonna happen.
I think you need a prereader. Within two sentences I saw Imitated where it should have been Initiated and Motor instead of Mortar.
I like this story but........*soldier. Not solider.
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid
Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears
Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me
2566506 Ah men brotha!
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Where is this from?
2566506 graceful words indeed
1939507 Thats cool that you were thinking of music form Saving Private Ryan in this part. I think this is a better track for this scene.
THATS IT! WHO'S THE HEATHEN WHO DECIDED TO DO THAT! HE'S GOING TO BE PURGED!
The imperial covenant will begin deploying in aphganastan to help support the US Troops and aid them in their battles...
*ships begin taking off*
suddenly there are a few more books on espionage and war in the house, Twilight's been working out, making costumes and disguises, the walls are covered with pictures, news clippings and red lines and the guitar riff in the new Charlie's Angel's theme song starts playing
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