It was nighttime in the middle of summer, and hot. Excruciatingly hot. A solitary man was sitting in his chair, a comfy chair. He liked it here. Despite everything, and everywhere he had been he was home in this chair. This man was not in this room however. He was miles away, running. He was dressed in Combat BDU’s, hefting an M4, moving through the remnants of a city. War had torn the city to shreds, and all that remained were broken, empty buildings. Burned vehicles littered the streets, and weeds grew rampant all over. He ran, up stairs, through doors, and down streets. He ran, knowing he was alone, knowing nobody was out there that would shoot back at him, yet he kept moving. It was getting late, nearing midnight, yet the sun held firm overhead. He crouched down in a corner, hand twitching, his finger itching over his trigger. It was too quiet. He was alone, but he took no chances. He pulled out his radio, and checked it for traffic. Dead silence greeted him. Not another soul was on his frequency. As he sat, crouched in that corner, collecting his thoughts, it finally hit him. Came crashing down upon him as surely as a bullet. He was truly alone. Not only was he alone, but he was tired of being alone. He had been here, every night, running through these streets, sun blazing over head, always alone. He had nobody to talk to, nobody to chase, nobody to exchange gunfire with. He had finally had enough. Codename [UFO]Phantom, had finally had enough. He was supposedly running the show, he was doing all that he could, and yet the team ever acknowledged his efforts, and none came to his aid. He had arranged everything, set everything up, he sweated and worked to the bone, and yet was still a lowly soldier, abandoned during yet another deployment. His leaders had abandoned him as well. Gripping his M4 loosely in one handPhantom removed his helmet, took one last look around, and walked away.
Tragedy
Created on 8-15-08
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Story Rating PG
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