A searing pain erupted in my chest as I staggered back. The whiff of singed gunpowder heightened my heartache. Gasps and shrieks were heard from behind me. Those fools were cowards, who acted like caged chickens.
However, I felt the same anguish. Considering how the seven of us were clustered into this wind whipped, wood warped shepherd shack in the amid the towering forest peaks of the Zagros mountain range.
I glanced down and observed splattered blood on the ground.
Seriously?
They shot me.
The pain brought my hands to my chest, where I found three wet warm holes from which my blood oozed. It took a long moment for the thought to sink in.
Despite this inconvenience, another thought bothered me.
Where was He?
He had been missing for
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It had to be a command by its tone. His four youthful soldiers hesitantly shuffled back inside the shack, while aiming their semi-automatic rifles in a jittery manner.
I knew how it must have felt for them, having shot someone in cold blood.
To my side, I observed our trusted guide Ahmad speaking in multiple Arabic and Kurdish directives to no avail. They had barricaded our only entrance, thus surrounding the remaining survivors.
Abruptly, I cramped uncontrollably forward like having my appendix burst. Without warning my legs collapsed. I dropped knees first to the floor. I groaned as my chest slammed into the terrain.
The teenage soldiers retreated to the door-frame in fright. It must have been serious. My body was depleting of its strength.
In that moment, I wondered why nurse Naomi had not attended to my injuries. She had been our rescued medic. I could still remember her weeping over Michael's dead body as she tried frantically to save him.
But what about me?
She just stood there, dumbstruck like the five others.
Nevertheless, I lay crumpled on the ground as I inhaled dirt without a single person aiding me.
There was another barked order from the Military
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Yes, dear God.
However, his once gentle hands felt like rose branches as he cradled me. I could hear him speak, though his voice seemed muffled for his presence. My life had begun swiftly fading.
I could smell the musk scent of his moistened hairy chest heaving as his heart beat rapidly.
Finally, He had arrived for me.
My body started to shiver. I could feel no warmth even from his comfort. My bones were chilled, which begun to cause my muscles to tense. My breathing became laborious, while this mountainous elevation did not help.
I tried to speak, but only coughed. It had been a mixture of mucus with blood, which made me gag. Once again, I coughed. This time it had been mostly blood.
I had begun to panic as I started drifting from consciousness.
I raised my left hand to his unbuttoned smeared shirt and grabbed hold with all my resilience.
After I spat again from my mouth, I noticed him leaning inwards to my face. He had propped my head as blood dribbled down the corners of my mouth. He held me in tight desperation. His eyes divulged his regrets for our failed mission.
His stubble chin caressed against my cheek as he crouched inward.
I muttered to him with my last breath, "You
breath hitching. I tried to push myself up on the wall, only to fall over. Dirt smeared across my face, and
My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.
Hell, I 'ope yew enjoy never en'erin dis 'ouse ever again!" Your mouth formed an O and you felt vomit finding its way up your throat and on the floor. Loud sounds came from you by gagging or wheezing for air. The body that was wrapped in soft cotton blankets was now becoming heated and was arched.
Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed
The ache in my chest was building, and I felt all of the darkness inside of me build. The pressure was only intensifying and I knew that I had to do something, and quick.
We all sleep and rest and eat in the trenches, but it’s not paradise. One night, the sound of loud booms woke us up. We were being attacked by some very dangerous artillery. We could feel every boom and every crack in the dirt above us. Many soldiers were not prepared for this and got sick. The attack come out of nowhere and frightened all of us.
Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side
I opened my eyes, slowing bringing my hands into visible sight only to see them covered with blood, then I blacked out once again.
My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...
I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me
I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.
writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the
As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.
about two seconds, I snapped out of the trance he forced on me, and directed my attention on what he said. I almost cried in embarrassment when I realized that I had missed everything that he had just spoken. Feeling my cheeks burning at the stake with a crimson red, I shook my head slightly and asked him to repeat himself. It was then that a Forest Fire emerged from his lips as he smiled at me; oh, such a dizzying action.
A huge hand, fingers like sausages, gripped my curly hair and pushed my face back into the mud before I could finish what I was saying. I squeezed my eyes shut, flailing my other arm, trying to push myself out of the sucking mud.