Landmines-Personal Narrative

These people weren’t trying to kill me, they were just going about their daily lives, same as every other person. Besides, I didn’t even have my gun with me. I didn’t trust myself with it ever since I shot a hole in the bedroom door while my wife was sleeping because I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. At this point, the man was maybe twenty feet away from me. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, my mind urging me to bolt for the door and make an escape. More questions flashed through my mind, all of them without answers. Who are you? What are you going to do to me? What do you WANT? I was being noticeably paranoid, and the bartender must have caught on because he put his hand on my shoulder. Startled, I nearly jumped out of my seat. He had probably said something …show more content…

He was still terrified, but there was something about him that seemed almost calm. He was right, though. We had gone over how these landmines worked in basic training, and there was no hope for him. Any force over five pounds arms the mine, and if too big of a change in weight is detected, it detonates. The catch with these mines was that there was a timer built into them, and it would still explode, regardless of pressure, exactly sixty seconds after arming. “I can’t leave you here, we have to do something!” I shouted at him, clueless as to what I could do to save my best friend.. Anderson looked me straight in the eyes. “You have to get out of here now, understand?” “No, I can’t. I won’t!” I was on the verge of tears. I knew I didn’t have much time left, but I had to do something. “It’s not your fault, ok?” Anderson said, his voice still shaky. “But listen to me, you have to get out of here.” “I’m not leaving, damn it!” “Please.” “No!” Anderson knew that we had only seconds left. “Get out of here. That’s an order.” I hesitated for a second, but met his