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Creative Writing: Moving Back Into The Air Force

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I quickly threw my arms into the air. My hands faced outwards showing I was empty handed and disarmed. Bullets whisked by my fingers and palms, but I held them high and steady. A few torturous seconds ticked by before the richoque of bullets ceased. I counted ten seconds before I moved forward leaving the wall I used for shelter. "STOP! Please... stop!" My voice shook, I wanted to cry. Right in front of me was a young boy, he mustn't have been much older than 6. Blood spilt from his nose and the corners of his mouth. It caked as as it mixed with the dirt and mud settiling over the porbably still warm body. A few tears jercked and dropped but still, I stood defiantly. "WHY?!" I half yelled, half cried, my hands still in the air "Why, …show more content…

I was expecting to be filled with rounds of lead and metal, yet I stood unscathed. I turned to my men. All looked shell shocked, I was standing up to a group of Daesh without flinching. I knew full well they couldn't understand me, but I wasn't doing this anymore. Men were trapped with no way out. To either side were skyscrapers, no doubt filled with booby-traps, and the remaining sides were filled by daesh troops. We were gone, none of these soldiers were going home and I didn't even have the heart to tell …show more content…

And so are all these men! My men!" Another translation came from the Arabic man, but this time two of my men stood, standing there defiantly. "Maybe before I die I could make you see reason!" More men stood with me "I believe in peace! We all do! Why don’t you?! I'm certain you all have or had families of your own, well so do I! I'm never going to see them again..." Tears now streamed down my face as I thought of my family, but my voice remained strong and powerful. There was one soldier left. He was curled up against a wall and looked amazingly young. Only 18. Poor sod. I thought to myself. His once green eyes were now bloodshot and bulging. He didn't want to die, not today. "Because of your meaningless killing none of these fine troops will ever see their families again. That rests on your shoulders!" I let the comment settle in " The death of hundreds rests of your heads! Now you can live with a few more!" "Fuck all of you! Every last one!" My men chimed in. All shouting insults or firing rude and inappropriate gestures. The daesh needed no translation, they knew exactly what we meant. They all looked stunned. Even the young soldier had joined in flipping off the enemy

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