The Lucky one

The Lucky One

It started when the car came rolling in front of us, fear came across me as I saw other young soldiers on fire, still alive and moving. There were about twenty soldiers. I can never forget their faces and screams. How a dumb idea not to have worn helmets, vests, or anything for protection. We didn't even have our weapons ready for a situation like this, the only thing that seemed we had was our prayers.

What I saw that day was a memory I would never forget. The leg of a fellow soldier had been blown away by a grenade, there was a puddle of blood everywhere you looked. The scene looked as if it can only happen in a saw horror movie. It was unbelievable. I came to believe that if the soldier survived, his leg could be reattached to his body. But all of that ended when the enemy finished doing but he had to do. Three gun shots fired. In a matter of seconds the poor young once soldier had been put out of his misery.

There was blank moment in my head. I was in fear of what might happen. It was then when another grenade exploded, and I could barely see anything from a distance. I was guided by a painful cry that indicated “HELP!” I hurried to where the cry came from. It was a very young soldier, probably nineteen years old. He was laying down unable to move, and in such fear. I went to go pull him out , but as I began to pull him, slowly his upper body torn apart from his lower body. All I had in my hands was the remains of his bloody upper body. I couldn’ take it anymore. My soul crashed as I dropped the body and began to wonder “was I going to die this way?” “Did we really deserve this?” It was not my job to be a soldier and kill people. My job was to create maps and plan attacks. So why I was put into this situation. Then I remembered the enemy had found and bombed our current location. In a matter of seconds my fear turned into anger. But I was already there in that situation. I was not sure what was going to happen but I know I had to fight for my life. Crying was not an option if I wanted to live . I hurried to the quickest hiding place, grabbed a gun, and waited for any unusual moment. All I remember was that I closed my eyes and said “God please forgive me,” as I shot the gun more than a fifth teen times. I must of had been there for hours. How ever many hours I was there it felt like years. I started to overthink when I heard a couple of footsteps moving in fast. Was this it? I was my time over? What was going to happen to me? Just when I was about to lose my mind, and think I was done, I managed to put the gun close to my head. As my fingers shaked near the tiger, I was maybe a second away from pulling it, as a couple of my teammates appeared, saw me, said something to me, and came to my rescue. I felt tears stream down once again as I said “Thank you my lord.” and fainted.