The Letter

I found this in my archives I hope Mr Owl don’t mind me putting it on.

*Respawn*…

Somehow I know this is it…

This is going to be the run that will get the enemy defeated and their flag on our base. I know it… I can feel it. Adrenaline coursing through my veins… my heart racing likes a madman. All I can think about is the flag, the enemy’s flag. I envision myself running towards it, dodging bullets from all directions, jumping over exploding grenades and finally getting hold of the cold steel of the flagpole, gripping it with all the strength I have, shaking like a leaf from all the fear even the bravest of heroes would not be able to avoid.

But the vision blurs and the feel of my M4 and the sound of the tactical officer shouting orders in my ears against the sound of bombs going off and bullets impacting all around, slowly but surely draws me back to reality.

As the haze is lifted and the war-cries fill my ears I look to my left and see the frightened but determined face of a young soldier.

I know it’s Mole. I recognise him by the way he moves, by the way he smiles. I smile back but neither of us really knows why… We’ve been brothers in arms for what seems to be an eternity now. I see the tension in his eyes as I know it must be in mine as well.
We look at each other and we know that at this moment our lives are in each other’s hands.

I don’t remember who started running first but the next thing I remember is the sound of the snow under my feet and the branches of the trees brushing my face as we run past them.
I remember thinking this part of the battlefield looking so peacefully that it doesn’t make sense that Mole should be shouting and pointing so violently.

Then I spot the enemy soldier lifting his gun and aiming for my friend. In a reflex my training comes back to me and without thinking I lift my M4.
A little surprised by how slowly the world seems to move I see the curved trajectory of the M203… The grenade landing exactly on the head, as if it had a will of its own to land there, of what used to be an enemy only moments ago. A rain of blood and brains colour the snow-covered ground.
But I have no attention for that anymore as a ripping pain shoots through my body and in a split-second I know I’m hit.

Not understanding why I’m not panicking I fire another grenade, but the impact of more bullets on my arm make the grenade go wide and it misses its target completely. Then I see at least 2 or 3 enemy soldiers with a grin on their faces coming over the hill.

Realizing I will never make it to the flag I shout to Mole to run… RUUUUUNNNNN…
From the right corner of my eye I can see someone lifting an arm. One could be tempted to think he was only waving but I know the movement only too well…

All I can think of now is that the hand grenade mustn’t hurt my friend, my trusted Mole.
With the last bit of life I have left in me I jump…

Strange how a tiny metal ball can hurt so much when you land on it with your ribs, but in half a moment the pain is gone.

Relieved to finally be without pain I hear the shouts of my friend…
Laughing… I can’t stop laughing…
It’s silly I know but the sound of Moles voice makes me smile because I know he survived…
Thank Goodness… I didn’t die in vain…

Then the sound slowly drifts away as I get ready to start anew. Memory fades… and I find myself standing once again in our base with my fingers clutching the weapon at my side…

Isn’t it a great game? 8)

-=Garbage Owl=- / FlatLiner

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