Author: flap jack

… continued But Suje hesitated. He couldn’t get his body to move. He wasn’t frail, but also wasn’t fit as a fiddle. Retro was the muscle of the group. What if the creator of that sound was larger than he and the only option was to flee? Or defend himself? “Suj! Come on!”, Retro persisted.…

Suje walked the same path he always walks. Beautiful scenery attracted him here each morning. A mixture of earth, dirt, nature and peaceful farm countryside. A few conversational hellos to locals and friends as he passed. From all appearances, this would be another day like all the others. “You know”, he thought, we should go…

“You don’t understand,” he said. “Yes I do, I get it but you can’t take the shot from that angle” his captain said. She was more experienced than he. And had been in more battles. She didn’t need to remind him. “Roger that. Green 2 pulling back”, he replied. She felt relieved but frustrated. They…

…Quiet steps. Quick movements to keep their cover and 3 of them moved through the cover of the trees. Was it enough? Could they find the enemy before one of them was killed? So we crept under cover. As a soldier, you know that your training takes over. You can’t think about your movements. They…

You know, there’s a time when you realize that you gotta focus. A realization hits like a brick to the face. Telling you, wake up, get moving. He was there on the edge of loneliness. Everything in front of him. No stress other than the no understanding what to do with what was in front…