Keith Fatalla
It was a frigid night, yet it was so bright. Only to be lit by the countless light that seemed amusing. But it was only at a distance that concealed the true brightness. Here I was, trapped on the cold ceilings and the rigid walls of a bunker, hearing the ear-piercing noise of lead crashing against the metal and explosions desperately trying to pry open the rusty walls. The four of us were desperate for survival as we go through this nightmarish onslaught.
The medic elevated his legs and arms and gave him a dose of morphine. I helped by putting pressure on the large wound in the abdomen. The big guy smoked a cigarette while the man with the bonnet urged him to stop.
Gardner, will you stop that! We’re already getting our asses blown up, yet you still have the urge to smoke!
Easy now, John, ignore the man. Focus here. Just get that bandage and wrap up the side.
By the looks of it, he’s already a goner. He’s all blue and unresponsive.
Shut up! A man’s life is worth saving, now please help me patch him up!
It was two days ago when we were deployed. The weather was blazing hot. All I see is the coarse yellow sands with not a single vegetation nor wildlife. It was like hell on earth. How do these people even live here? I could not even stand the heat of Florida yet this weather! The man behind me stumbled into my temper. “Oh, quit whining, rookie, get your bags ready and let’s move”. He is seven feet tall with the physique of a typical gym rat. I don’t even want to say anything and just shut my mouth. I see myself with these people whom I don’t even know. Judging by their appearance, they are sure ready to jump in.
The copter comes in, gnashing the sands sending it everywhere, in my eyes, my nose, and my soul. The thing is just made with rust and it was as old as my grandfather’s locket. I was hesitant to board this ancient relic and was in awe that this thing could still fly. I have no choice. We boarded. It was so silent inside throughout the depart, only to hear the endless whirring of the copter blades as it slashes through the wind giving the distinctive hum. Around me, I see these men looked ready; however, as I gaze upon their faces, all I see is void and despair.
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