It has been a few good days since our standoff in Fallujah. Much to my protest, but happy to himself, Galland is up and running again. He is most definitely running around with the nurse, which I know him; he fully won't continue the relationship once we are back at base. But I will let the man have his fun; I somehow doubt that it shall interfere with his capability to word, for unlike the rest of us here, he won't feel the slight bit frustrated at all.
And let us hope that he got it all and even a bit extra, for we are taking ourselves a bit further into the city than last time. Now I am not going to say a routine run anymore, for the shit does seem to hit harder. Today we will be three Humvees, one squad, and one team in a Stryker. Yes, the big ass truck that Isabella is shooting me with when I get home, the woman has still not forgiven me for that. Best she does not hear what we are doing with an M1A2.
Besides the point, we are ready to head out. We soon find our w
They say when it rains, it pours, but when it pours, there is a fucking thunderstorm. Well, things have just gone to a new level of shit over here. While we were out shooting up buildings, there was another squad that took a reporter out to take some shots of the city for the people back home to see. Now, while she was happily busy minding her business, that is at least what she thought, she got overpowered and taken hostage. The squad only realized when she did not come back several minutes later and now they cannot find the poor woman. Our mission, find the squad, find the woman. Sounds rather easy, but it is not. By now that can have her anywhere dead into the city.How do you find a needle in a haystack? Well, you start burning the hay.So before we head out, I need to make a call to Isabella quickly. I promised her I will phone before and after every time that I go out. Well, I perhaps did forget earlier on, but at least this counts. It does take her a few seconds
There are those moments that bring you pure pleasure and joy, the moments that you took for granted when you had them. And times like these, when your life comes to near danger every day, it is these times that make you miss them the most.Now this Marine has taken his ass into to tent for he has never in his life possibly ever cried so hard. Hearing the voice of Matty coming through the line is that pure pleasure and joy that you feel."Hey bro, don't tell me your big ass man is crying.""I am going to give your big ass man a slap for just saying that. How are you doing Matty?""Bro, before I even begin, how is it down there?""Loving it, every moment, just enjoying it.""Ya, it is only your sick ass that would say war is fun."I only but burst out in laughter to what is possibly very much the truth, but the real truth, "We are here to make a difference, that is all that counts. And you might as well enjoy doing it while you can."
We are going down.Well, I think you can see it is similar to 'Incoming' for we are coming hard and pretty fast down to the floor.I watch as the pilot with absolute breathtaking skills holds the UH-1Y together just long enough to drop us down safely on the floor. But we are leaking fuel, we need to get out and as far away as possible. With complete haste, we unclip ourselves loose, though Galland, with somewhat of trembling hands, shaking beyond what can be controlled to free himself, I help him out with what is only mere moments to spare. As we dive down into a nearby ditch, Big Bettie sings her final song as she erupts into flames in burst apart from her seems.It is with sad hearts that we see this majestic beast go up in flames, she has been part of our battalion for some time now, and it, I can almost say, is like losing a part of the family. This brings a wave of newfound anger towards us, what was supposed to have been a routine flight has now turn out t
Tonight I am in the same place I have found myself for a month now. It is a place between excitement and danger. Where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get here by playing it safe or even playing by the rules.Do I desire this lifestyle? Absolutely yes.So I am here sitting and staring over the camp at the masses of Marines filling every corner. This might seem like such a cliché. A man like me, a man that is half a Marine, sitting amongst other men that cannot even compare. Here is where I thrive; here is where I rule.Clayton Jackson will be a name that you say softly over your lips, for if I catch you not respecting one syllable that flows from your mouth, you shall find yourself in a great deal of trouble.Tonight as with every other night, if find myself longing to be with Isabella and our baby. I am desperate and fucking lonely. There is the compan
Today we are going out again, and we are going out with the new distracting member of our squad. Now, Caylee has been causing quite a storm around the camp and I am very much annoyed when I say that there is a bet going on before the week is done that I would have had, as they say, a taste of her sweet lips.Now, these boys have two things coming, one, I am just about married, and two I have a child that is on the way. There is no chance that I shall cheat on Isabella just because I am feeling somewhat frustrated at the present moment. Well, I guess all of us here are, but since my ass has gone and claimed a woman that is not mine, the boys are making it rather difficult for me.But one thing that I am looking forward to is seeing this girl in action. There are very few women that can hold up to these men and do I even dare to say that she will not be able to hold up to me. Yes, this is the ego that is going to get me into a heap of trouble.So, we are off in th
Clayton Jackson has a problem, and today he is sorting that problem out.So it is with utmost confidence that I make my way across camp, and without hesitation, I step inside."Lieutenant, Sir.""At ease Caylee.""Is something wrong, Sir?"Well, let us think about that. Last night I played this very moment over and over to absolute frustration in my head. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty spaces that were only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She
I am standing over a rather confused Caylee. Now I am not sure if she is confused because of the way that I have left her breathless and panting or if I have just caught her out on her lie. I am firmly leaning to the latter. So as I wait patiently for her to dress, I play a hundred scenarios in my head of house this can go. Well, if I think if this was going to be a difficult interrogation, she does surprise me."The name is Caylee, Raider, with direct orders from the Chief.""What are you doing here?""You have a mole in your camp.""Yes, that I know.""Fuck, why did you not just ask me before you seduced me?""You seduced me.""So you return the favor?"I only but chuckle at her, but this is raising an issue, and god, not that one that was thinking with his fucking head. The issue is, how do the boys at Pendleton know?"How do you know about this, I mean the guys back home?""They intercepted a call just by pure
As I step out from my tent I nearly fall over my feet as I bump into Johnson, now immediately my thought goes racing that he must have been the one that I heard behind my tent, but just then I see Lewis come from the other direction. Now can it be Lewis that has been behind my tent? Well, all I know is that someone was behind my tent and I am going to go all out here and say that it is one of these boys.Now, will my heart be shattered if it was one of them? I will be fucking pissed. Lewis reminds me so much of Matty and well, Johnson is a real damn good shot. I hate the thought that one of these boys that I serve with has gone as far as going to the other side. For what, I am yet to find out.So I am making my embarrassed ass over the Caylee again, this time I will refrain from going into her tent, not only will it keep the entire camp talking, but I fear what will happen in there. But as I get there, I hear her talk to whom I am assuming is the Chief. Well, I think I
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