Pop! Pop! Zoom! Whiz! I heard them and I heard them loud. Gunshots hitting the rock beside me and just flying past my ears. Out of my regiment eighty of us remained, the other twenty were shot or injured we couldn’t tell. All of us tried to stay calm and remember our training that we’ve accomplished over the three month training course. But all we could think about is, ‘Are we going to make it back to our families.’ That’s when we got the call that air reinforcements were coming and told us to throw a smoke on the enemy position, but as soon they were about to tell us the color of the smoke, a grenade landed in the pit. Along with the radio an extra five people were critically devastated by the blast and half a dozen injured. I reached for my belt to find the smokes, but they weren’t there. All of us felt the same rushing chill down our spines. Panic. As gunshots got louder, my blood was running just as fast. We all gathered up in a safe place so we wouldn’t take any more casualties. We tried to think back at our training. Um, …show more content…
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the barrel of a gun and a flash. Pop!, is what all of us heard. One single bullet to penetrate through Mike’s leg leaving a gash. As I went to go aid him, the person that shot the bullet tried to runaway, but was unlucky. A medic came to fly him out along with the rest of the injured. i was by his side from liftoff to landing. I’ve been helping with rehab ever since.
“Oh…, that’s why you go to Mike’s every two days,” replied Phil.
“Yep, he needs my help since now he can’t most things because he is in a wheelchair,” I replied with confidence. As I jumped in my car to go get some errands for Phil, then he asked a question that I wasn’t ready for.
“Do you mind if I tag along, .. you know for Mike’s sake. He was my friend too.”
“Sure why not. I could use an extra hand,” I