Let GoThey tell me it's up to me to end this.
Maybe they don't say it outright, but I can tell by the way they keep looking at me as they pass me by. 'It's your responsibility', their eyes keep telling me, 'and if you don't end it it ain't never gonna end.'
How dare they. How dare they put this all on my shoulders, not just my team, but his team as well.
But it's up to me to end it, says popular opinion. They tell me these kind of things and they wonder why I go through Scrumpy like water. If they had this kind of pressure on them, I'd like to see any of those lads stay sober.
It's got to end somehow, though. He can't win this fight. There's no
Demo and Soldier: Fifty Themes#01 - WalkingDemo and Soldier: Fifty Themes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They strode to their respective battle lines like men walking to a Death Row execution, each wondering in the backs of their minds how, after all they'd done together, they had gotten to this point.
#02 - Waltz
"Christ, I don't even know how you talk me into these things... the least you could do is stop stepping on my goddamn feet."
#03 - Wishes
After Jane explained what he had meant by what he'd uttered as the shooting star had streaked across the sky, Tavish slung an arm warmly, if not a bit drunkenly, over his best friend's shoulders and said that Jane was a real soldier's far as HE was concerned.
#04 - Wonder
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. H
TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 1 "My mission is before me, my enemy is around me, my mission is death, my mission is met."TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bailey wasn't entirely sure where he had heard the old Sniper mantra, but it had served him well up to this point. He was tired and aching, his shoulders cramped, and the whole roost definitely needed a cleaning. Not that the place stunk he was fastidious about making sure the place was as difficult to detect by scent as it was by anything else but he did not like a messy work area.
Lonely, too, he noted, frowning as he gazed quietly through the scope of his rifle. His younger brother had been training with him up in this perch for