His body was lying on the damp ground, blood pouring out of a
bullet hole in his chest. Peterson was knelt beside him, a dogtag
in his hand. I walked towards them. ''I'm sorry. He was a good
soldier''. Peterson looked up at me, anger and pain etched across
his face. ''This is your fault!!'' he yelled. I looked my dead
comrade lying a few feet away. ''I did what I had to do for the
mission'' I explained. ''HE WAS MY FRIEND!!''. Petersons voice
made me flinch. '' YOU HAD A CHOICE, YOU FUCKED IT UP AND NOW
HE'S DEAD!''. He was on his feet now fists clenched, teeth
gritted. ''This is war. People die.'' I knew what he was feeling.
I wanted to find the bastards that did this and put a bullet in
their heads. But training and experience had taught me not to let
my emotions get in the way of the mission. '' I know you're angry
but you need to control it and finish the mission''. ''FUCK YOU''
He shouted. '' He pulled out his pistol and aimed at me. ''The
mission is over'', He claimed. ''We're a man down and heavily
outnumbered''. I glared at him. ''Stand down soldier. Intel has
information on enemy positions and air support is standing by. We
finish the mission''. He wasnt convinced. ''You'll get us both
killed. You're insane''. I stared him down refusing to give in.
''I SAID STAND DOWN SOLDIER!!''. He lowered the weapon, his eyes
never leaving mine. '' Fine'' He said. '' We finish this. But
after that we are done. I dont ever want to see you again''. I
nodded. ''Done''. ''Now,Intel says theres an enemy camp a few
miles north of here. We need to clear out the hostiles and
collect any info we can on Yosaf''. He grunted. ''Lets just get
this over with''. I grabbed the radio and clicked the button.
''Come in base. This is Sgt Wilkes''. The radio crackled then a
mans voice answered.''Sgt Wilkes this is Base 1 what is your
status?''. I looked at Peterson. '' We are currently at
checkpoint Delta. Christoph is down. There was a pause on the
other end. ''Shit. He was a good man''. I sighed. ''Yeah. We are
low on ammunition. Requesting a supply drop''. Peterson was
leaning against a wall of what was left of an abandoned house.
''Roger that Wilkes. Theres a chopper on the way. Sit tight''.
The radio went quiet and the only sound left was Peterson's heavy
breathing. Poor guy. This was only his fifth big assignment and
already he'd been through hell and back. Something like that can
break a man. I trudged over to him and patted him on the
shoulder. ''You ok man?''. He looked at me and I knew how he was
feeling. He had a look in his eye of a man who had lived through
his worst nightmares and never quite recovered. ''Sometimes I
wonder why I joined this shit''. His voice was rough. He turned
his head to look at Christoph's body.
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