When I step out of the ops tent, I knew that there was going to be trouble. What kind, I was not exactly sure of yet. The air is thick and tense. I need not have even step any further, and I hear the crashing of gunfire coming down onto the far side at the main entrance of the camp.
We are under fire.
So as I pass every bewildered Marine, I show for every single one of them to take a stance, and I make my way up to where Lopez and Caylee are gearing up.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Came in five minutes ago; they came straight past our defenses and got into camp."
"How many?"
"From what we were told, a group of about fifty-four men, can be more."
I only but shake my head at the odd amount of a small number, "I am leaning to that there is more." But just as I am about to even ask what more, the very moment they come flying over.
"Definitely not one of ours. Lopez, get a Viper in the air to take that fucker out. Caylee, you are w
So I could not find myself doing it; I could not kill a man out of revenge or hatred. Yes, he had his gun in my face and was about to take my life, but I could not do it in return. Does this make me less of a Marine? Perhaps it does. Does this make me weak? Most probably do. But the way that I ultimately see this is that it is not my hand that should lay the justice down.Then that brings us to this; it is the day after the big battle that raged through our camp. There will be supplies coming in, not only to replenish food sources but to replace all that was burned so furiously to the ground. But what also will be happening today is that Johnson will be taken back to Pendleton, and it will be Caylee that will accompany him there. This meaning that this morning shall be the last time she shall be at camp.Now the boys that have grown extremely fond of her are giving her some sort of a farewell party, so yes, it is early morning, and we are all in the mess hall saying a
It has been just another great and rather emotionally draining battle, and the only comfort I sought was the voice of the woman that I dearly love. But then…"There is something that I need to tell you, soldier.""What is wrong, boo?"I hear her go silent for a few minutes that are too uncomfortably long, and I immediately know that something has happened."Fuck, boo. Is it the baby?""No soldier, the baby is fine. I… Well, I met someone, a guy; I met him here on base.""A guy? So you made friends with a guy on base?""Yes, I bumped into him when I went shopping. And, we have been out on lunch twice now.""Okay, and?""Well, he has sort of been over to our place once.""What the fuck is the man doing at our house, Isabella?""He is a friend, Clayton.""Well, you are heading somewhere, so just get to your point.""Soldier, I don't know what happened, but he, well, we…we kis
Never did I think that Isabella shall treat me in such a way. My temper so wants to boil out of control. My anger has now reached its peak; how can she think that saying sorry to me is going to make anything better. I cannot believe the words that are coming from her mouth.Now let us take this into perspective, I have had my fair share of my own lies. And yes, it might have caused a rather trying time in our relationship, but nothing justifies what she has done.This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the woman you love. She shall not see my tears; she shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And do they cut deep? Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such rejection be done upon me? Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much.My heart is shat
…Isabella POV…Clayton has just ended our relationship for what I believe will be the final time. Yes, I know that I fully deserve it.The thing is that things just happened and it was truly not intended at all. Maybe, yes, I am lonely and maybe yes, well perhaps not, for there is a rather big secret that I have been keeping from Clayton, and even if I did not end up being with James, I would still have been ripped away from him by the lies, the secrets that I hold.So yes, I fully understand that he is hurting and that he is angry with me and right now even angry at the world. And even more, do I understand that he will never take me back; I think that this time I might have just gone and push him too far. Then again, given him having to do the same, I would react in the very same way.It was not James and my intention; none of us thought that things would have developed from a friendship into something more. I guess we should have known fr
I need to make a decision as I leave this tent today. I can either hurt and allow myself to be even less of a man than I already am, or I can stand up for my heart and believe in what I know is right. My choice… I will walk out of this tent today a new man, a man that does not need a woman like Isabella in my life.She has hurt me for far too many times, and for far too many times, I have given her the control and looked the other way. That control ends here today. I know deep in my heart that the final hurt is not over. She wants to talk about something, and I know that this time whatever comes out of that mouth is going to be the biggest pain of them all. The only comfort that I can take away from this doomed relationship is my child, I might not have been able to save our relationship, but the best that can come from this is me being a father.So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convincing myself that this is indeed for the best, I pick my h
There is a dead darkness that settles over my heart as I hear the echo of a voice come from behind me.I have let my guard down for a second; for a second, I let my pain get the better of me. One moment of weakness will be my downfall. I knew that I should not have come on this mission. There is a war raging out there, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart. I cannot fight both, and I was foolish to think that I could.So as I hear the rumble of a voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and face what will be my end today. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. Will it be a gun to my head, or will it be a knife to the chest. Whichever way, I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already feeling deep within my soul.But I am a Marine, and right now, I am a Marine acting like a coward. I am giving up before I hav
As I stand in the quiet corners of my tent, I dread to make this call to Isabella. Yes, what was our love lay completely in tatters, and in a way, I know that I can make peace with that. The only thing that gives me comfort in all this pain is the little one that is growing in her belly.It kills me not to be there during this time when every experience is new. When there is a miracle growing, and I cannot be part of that journey every day. What kills me even more is having to think that I might not ever get the chance to be there. Yes, I know that she will never do such a thing to me, but my heart still worries, and it worries even now more than ever, knowing that there is something that she needs to tell me.I can, in all honesty, only guess that it has to do with the baby, for what else can she possibly do herself to destroy me. So even though I am so furious at her still, I gather all the strength I have left and dial her number once more.It takes me a very
Four times…Four times it took me to stop myself from sending Isabella a message.I cannot stop thinking about what she must be going through. My damn heart bleeds so much for her.But what makes me bleed even more is knowing that he is there; he is holding her the way that I am supposed to be holding her.Why did things turn into such a fucking mess?Maybe just once.Maybe if I just speak to her once, then I will feel better.Maybe just once.So for the fifth time, as little as in four hours, I pull my cellphone from my pocket. I look over the camp that is still, and without causing much of a notice, I walk to the very tree where I feel I can just be myself and let my heart go.As I sit down, I play all the reasons in my head why I should not be doing this. What if James is with her? What if she does not want to speak to me?I just want to know if she is okay.So I swipe up and find her number. In n
It is in and out of consciousness that we take the drive back to camp. My leg is hurting like a bitch, and the only thing I can focus my mind on is…not fucking again.I don't know how badly I am injured; the moment I try to lift my head, I have Harrison pushing me down again. I have Lopez applying pressure on my leg to try and stop the blood from gushing out.I feel like a mess.I am losing a lot of blood very quickly, for the dizziness is starting to set in. Then…I am out.Next time I come to, I am being carried into the nurse's tent where you have a severely understaffed medical team running to save the lives of the badly injured. The ones only in need of a view stitched or a non-serious bullet to be removed are pushed to the side.If I thought the battlefield was a complete mess, this is complete chaos. Today is a very sad day for every Marine that walks and that used to walk these grounds. Here, in this tent, there will be more li
There is a rumbling thunder that comes down with great speed onto our backs. You can hear as brick by brick come crashing to the floor, splitting into pieces. As I, the final one, get to the street, we watch as it comes down to a spectacular end. A big cloud of dust covers us and half down the street.Once most of the dust has settled, we make our way back to the Humvees."Woohoo, that was fucking close."Lopez snaps his head to my left and looks me amazed in the eyes, "You losing your mind there, Lieutenant?""Now that was a rush. If I say it is better than sex, then Isabella might just kill me."Everyone only but bursts out in laughter at me as we have once again missed another near-death experience. These three months better come quickly, for this heart cannot take this excitement anymore. And let us forget about the heart, that was fucking tough on my leg. I am going to sit in pain for at least another day or two.But there is no time to
It is yet another morning at the bus station that I have to say goodbye to my family. This time shall be the final time that I shall give my mother that near-death experience where she so wishes to slap all sanity into me.But that is not my concern; my biggest is leaving the woman behind that I shall marry and start a family with. Her eyes are filled with tears of both happiness and joy; I think that seeing me doing this the last time is what shall drive her to get through the last three months.Though getting on that bus does not make it any easier. Three months is a long time for someone that is on nothing but hostile ground.And with that, as all the times before, I watch as the five most important people in my life become nothing but little ants in the back window.The drive to Pendleton this time is filled is heartache, and the flight to camp does not even bring as much joy as I wish it to be.But I am here to fulfill what I promised myself,
It is early morning as I sit on the porch waiting for Isi to wake up.There are only two things playing on my mind this morning.I am so goddamn happy to be home, and worst of all, I need to go back and finished what I have started.It is only another three months stretch to go, and by the way that things seem, some of the boys might be coming home earlier.Now I know that she will not love the idea, but I am not deserting my country; even though I chose my wife, I still have a service that I need to fulfill. One thing Clayton Jackson is not known for is to run away and hide. I want to be that hero; I want to make that difference, and god, I will be doing it the right way.So as Miss Sleepy Heads sticks her head around the corner, I know that she has watched me while I have been having turmoiled in my head."What has your daydreaming so early in the morning, soldier?""Well…" she only but cocks her head and looks at me."
I need to stop for one moment and take a step back; what makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms. Should I not have had her presence in my life, I would not have had the sheer willpower to take the impossible onTo have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.I have never been more assured to have chosen her to be mine for life.She does not only live in her own body; she lives in mine too. We are part of each other; we are one. I hear her footsteps in the passageways of my heart. Her voice echoes through my veins. I can see her face in the mirrors of my memories. She has engraved herself deep into my soul. She will forever be a part
What is the greatest thing a man can experience?Having back what you have thought you have lost for good. It is true that good things happen to those who wait, but damn, did I had to wait too long"Soldier, Are you going to stop staring at my stomach?""Sorry boo, but I still cannot believe that it is real, and you are sort of kind of a bit, so I can just not miss it.""You can be glad my hands are swollen, or else I would have punched you."I am a mess right now; I happy messed up, man. Here is the woman that I love more than anything, and she is still having our baby. I have missed out on so much, I can only imagine what she must have gone through, but I don't understand.""Boo, but why did you tell me that you lost the baby.""Mark said, as I told you, that he would kill your parents if I told anyone. He had this crazy idea in his head that he could raise our child as his own.""But where did James come in?""J
I know Isabella for far too long, for one, she is wearing some rather oversized shirt, which is not mine, and one that I very doubt would be that of James. And for a second, that damn sugar rush that she is forcing into that body, that well…"Isi, is there something that you are not telling me?""Clay, I think you need to come to sit down. Can I grab you a beer or something?""Somehow, I think I am going to need something far stronger than a beer right now. I think that overprized whiskey there will just do fine."With that, I watch her move toward the cupboard; her shirt is just a slight bit over that perky ass that has become slightly perkier than before. Now, if I were not so goddamn curious, then I would have pinned her down on this very kitchen counter, but I seem to feel that we will be requiring a bed for this one.So as she comes to sit across from me and to push a glass of chilled whiskey over to me, she casually has some oddly fres
We have not been able to find Caylee, but as per news from Matty, they have found Mark. Between the three of them, they came up with a plan to wrong the people whom they believe that wrong them. Well, what one hell of a wicked plan, if you may ask me.Now the last time I have spoken to Isabella, she was still very much taken aback by the great ordeal that has happened to her.Well, today I have a surprise for her. It took a lot of string, but I finally got the big man at the top to let me step away for but a brief moment. Now nobody expects me to know, of course, for I know that my dear mother can not keep her dear old mouth any more quiet than Betty.So it is with very hesitant steps that I finally step in front of the door that I have a grave to be for too many nights now.But from inside, I only hear her grunt and curse underneath her breath, "I told you goddam people that I do not have anything else to say."With a rather loud huff and a somewh
…Matty POV…A part of me is questioning if I truly did hear the words that are coming from the direction in front of me. If there are ever the most terrifying words that one has spoken, then I a sure that this will be it. I do wish that he did not just say that, for I am more afraid of Clayton's life than mine.No, as I stare into the godawful face of James, the other man has not yet made his appearance. Well, this shall not happen today. I shall not allow to be taken and overpowered by two men that clearly think that they are playing god.Now, as I watch Isabella's face, I see the terror creep over her face as the other man starts to speak. If there is ever the most terrifying look that words can not speak then that is what is on her face. But as this man steps forward, I can see the utmost expression of joy on his godawful face."Mark," I hear her gasp as she nearly trembles over in tears. "What are you doing here?""Next time, get