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Invisible Soldier |
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| Written by Egoist | |
| Sunday, 27 January 2008 | |
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Share it:      A family tradition has marked heroes in the wars. My mother, my father, even my grandfather were all heroes of the infamous wars. I was born the youngest girl out of three other brothers. I was the only girl. My mother died leaving me to deal with only men. My father having no understanding of me, has taught me war was good, and when I became of age he signed me up to save this country. My brothers were all up for it. My mother told me I was naturally beautiful so I never wore any makeup. My body was built from exercise, so I never looked too pretty in a dress. I was a brunette with the lightest brown eyes. My father waved to us good-bye as we were sent off into the new war made by religion. We first went to camp. Luckily I got to see all of my brothers sometime during the day. Billy,who I was fond of, was the eldest. He had short black hair, with brown eyes, and always seemed to protect me. I would see him the most. Then there were the twins, Caine and Bade. They would fool around with each other, and piss off Billy. They were also older than me, but still would seem to protect me as well. Each of them looked the same with the same shaved heads and dark green eyes. They would call me ‘Maria’ even though my name was Marie. We all listened to each other and got along quite well. After so many months of training, I was able to balance a gun on my right shoulder, Caine and Bade were both able to step in pace with everyone else, and Billy could now work a grenade. We were sent of to the foreign country. It was a desert land, filled with sand and heat. Children and women were not looked upon and men were suicidal. Once again, luckily, we were all set in the same division. We came to the land and fought many battles. We won all of them. The worst that had happened to any of us, was that Bade was nipped by a bullet at the cheek. I seemed to have been the only one to send letters home to our father. He was proud of all of us, and expected each one of us home. I would cry each night, because I knew something bad must happen. Many months past and we are sent to the capital. It was a horrid site, we were only sent there as back up. The previous troop had lost 500 men, and were being ambushed every second. We brought tanks and playboy magazines. It was broad daylight when our forces moved in. Billy and I had to split up from Caine and Bade. I was dressed in so much armor, and yet I didn’t feel safe at all. I would run along with Billy, and shoot at the direction he told me too. We ran through houses and seemed to have killed innocent people. What I found out later, was that people still were living in their houses while we ran through the city, and I had shot about 20 of them. Billy and I ran through to the next intersection, in which a tank was going through. It wasn’t ours. I heard Bade’s voice, “Caine, watch out!” I looked for Bade, and then a rocket was launched from the tank. I jumped to the ground and covered my head. My eyes were closed but I could hear a building collapse. When I opened my eyes, they were already fixed on Bade holding Caine’s motionless body under the debris. The building had collapsed conveniently on the tank, but that couldn’t even out the sadness happening. I stood up and listened to Bade crying leaning on Caine’s burnt body. I was hurt as well, but I felt paralyzed, I only watched as Bade cried. Billy was behind me, and our lieutenant after him. I could hear him yelling to Billy to go into the one building. He argued with him, because he wanted me to come with, to make sure I’d be safe. He was yelling my name but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Caine’s new emotion. And I watched as Caine looked at me and said ‘sorry’ as he brought his pistol to his head. Why did I watch? The bang went off, and tears shot out of my eyes. I turned slowly towards Billy. “Billy,” I whimpered. “I know, Marie…Just follow me,” tears had now developed in his eyes, as he reached out his hand to protect me. We ran into the building with four other men in our group. As we ran past the windows, one of the soldiers stopped us to say, “They’re infiltrating the building! There are about 10 of them!” The lieutenant got so serious, “ ****. Well men, this is where we become heroes.” I only held onto Billy’s hand tighter. A bullet ran into one of the soldier’s head beside me. We only ducked and ran up more stairs. Finally the enemy became visible behind us while we ran through the halls. We came to the end of the hallway. One of the soldiers held the door open for us as we ran in. Tons of bullets randomly hit everything around us. They shot past ours ears, filling us with the fear we didn’t know we had. The soldier was shot outside the room, as the last one to run in was shot through the head. Billy helped the lieutenant shut the door with a cabinet. Another bullet reaches another inside the room, and it was Billy. He fell to the floor gripping his side and screaming. I ran over to him, while the lieutenant was already trying to pick out the bullet. I held onto Billy’s head as he gushed blood from his stomach. The lieutenant hesitates. “What?!” I yelled. “He, he was shot in the liver. I can’t help him,” he lowered his head. I looked at Billy, and began to cry with all fear possible. I dragged him to the wall so he could sit up. He was losing his speech. I only held onto his shoulders. “Marie…I know this doesn’t seem to be the best time to say this…but it’s going to be…okay,” he was talking nonsense, as he smiled at me. “Shut the hell up! We’re going to die Billy!” I yelled at him. He looks over to the other side, “I’m going to die, not you.” Within our dialogue the lieutenant must have killed himself some how. I never noticed his departure; I was too busy with my brother and his insanity. “I don’t understand Billy! How do you know this?!” They were pounding outside the door, they needed to kill us for some reason, we needed to be dead. “You’re…going to be…okay…” He looked at me for 10 more seconds, then I realized his eyes started dilating. “No. No! NO!” “Billy!” I leaned on him, and rocked back and forth. I ripped his pistol out from his boot and held it below my chin. I couldn’t do it… “*****!” That’s what I was. I chucked it at the door, and screamed. I held onto Billy again, and started to rock. Back and forth, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to-“ My mother. “You have such a natural beauty,” she would say. I kissed Billy on the cheek. It was warm, but I don’t think it mattered at this point. I took my belt off, and then my helmet. After that my jacket, and then my boots. My pants slid off, and then my shirt. I was left with my bra and underwear. Not even my socks were on. I shoved all of it under Billy, for a pillow. The door finally opened, and they ran in pointing their weapons at me. I wasn’t defensive, but I stayed as calm as I could. My fingers felt so nimble and defenseless as I listened to their yelling in their foreign language. They searched the room with their eyes and pointed their guns at me to head downstairs. I was the invisible soldier. I walked slowly, and they didn’t follow. I listened as they yelled, and I listened for the bullets they shot, but there were none. I walked out onto the street, nearly naked. It was filled with bodies of all types. I could hear a helicopter near the rooftops. So I waited, and it came for me. And I was sent home as the shameful, invisible soldier.
Copyright 2008 Egoist |
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