Love on the Battlefield, chapter 2
Elise's POV
900 push ups a day..I've gotten used to it.
I've been here for about a week now. I've also gotten used to all the booty calls. At least Joey wasn't like that...
"OK! Now! GIVE ME 30 MORE!!" Sarge yelled. And then after this, there would be thirty more.
-37 minutes later-
I was walking next to Joey.
"FINALLY!" he screamed through the camp, "WE'RE DONE WITH THE PUSH UPS!
"Joey...THAT WAS MY EAR!!" I screamed back, playfully shoving his shoulder. We both started laughing.
It was 3:25. Time for the boy's showers. I take one after they do, by myself. I enjoy it. Peace and quiet. I got those ten minutes alone once a week, according to the 'already filled out calender' of mine. When Joey left to the shower room, I decided to rest in my tent for a bit.
Elise's dream
"ELISE! ELISE! WAKE UP! GATHER YOUR THINGS!! WE'RE GOING TO WAR!!" I woke up the next morning to this. I jolted up, grabbed my boots, my spare uniform, and took off outside. The other soldiers had already taken off to the planes. I ran off behind them.
In the plane...
"So you nervous Elise?" Joey asked.
"Like hell I am!"
Joey snickered and said, "Did you like your morning call?"
"Yeah, gee thanks!" I said sarcastically, throwing my helmet on my head, grabbing my gun, and preparing to land.
"MOVE IT!! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!!" Sarge was screaming this at every soldier as they departed from the plane.
When I got onto the field, first thing that happened to me, was a bomb. When the bomb landed at my feet, my eyes widened, and I leaped towards my right. Also Dodging seven bullets that flew past my head. As I was flying through the air, I manged to gain hold of my gun, and shoot the men. Not my men though, of course.
Elise's Dream
Joey just stood there, watching me dodge bullets, avoiding greades, throwing them back and refilling my magazine. "ARMSTRONG! MOVE YOUR ASS!" I screamed at him. He awoke from his daze and ripped off a grenade, chucking it at some Iraqi.
"WATCH OUT!" he yelled as loud as he could. He ran over to me, and tackled and tackled me, getting me out of the way of a grenade headed right towards my head. I was facing the other way, shooting some people in the sand dunes. The grenade exploded a few feet away from us.
"Holy shit..." I muttered. I ran away, my face beet red. He just ran out to help Be-Bop with his little attack on the insurgents.
In horror I screamed.
A bullet went through his shoulder on the way over there. He screamed in excruciating pain. Like the life was sucked out of him. But yet he somehow managed to stay up.
"Kid, just fight! This is your life we're fightin' for! Take care of that whammy later!" Be-Bop yelled over the gun fire.
"Yeah, I'd rather be alive with this in my shoulder than dead with one in my head.." I heard him say, reloading the magazine and shooting the guy who shot him
He ran over to a sand dune, blood flowing down on his uniform, and jumped down into it.
"DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!" Joey yelled with a crazy kamakazi look on his face. He had my gun on automatic, and bullet after bullet went off, killing all of them. Standing there for a second, he counted out loud how many were dead. "One little insurgent, two little insurgents, three little insurgents, four little insurgents, five little insurgents, six little insurgents...12 little insurgents dead!" he yelled like a little kid. He already killed17 little insurgents!!!
"CALOW! CALOW!" I heard...I think it meant "RETREAT! RETREAT!" I looked around and saw some insurgents retreat into the never ending desert. A sudden surge of pain shot through him, I could see it on his face.
"Nice job Armstrong!" Everyone was patting him on the back as they passed me. "RECRUITS! GET BACK TO THE CHOPPER! WE'RE GOIN' TO THE BASE!" Sarge spat on everyone.
I saw him collapse, blood flowing freely out of his shoulder. I screamed, and ran over to him, muttering, "No, no, he can't be dead...I just met him...no...he can't." Tears flowed down my face as I held his lifeless body.
All of a sudden, I woke up screaming. My face was red, tears flowing down my face. I looked around, Joey was wide awake, staring at me. "Elise! Elise, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah...I'm fine," I replied. He came over as sat by me, his arm slung around my shoulder.
"Ya wanna tell me about it?" he asked.
"I guess..." I said, and told him the whole story.
900 push ups a day..I've gotten used to it.
I've been here for about a week now. I've also gotten used to all the booty calls. At least Joey wasn't like that...
"OK! Now! GIVE ME 30 MORE!!" Sarge yelled. And then after this, there would be thirty more.
-37 minutes later-
I was walking next to Joey.
"FINALLY!" he screamed through the camp, "WE'RE DONE WITH THE PUSH UPS!
"Joey...THAT WAS MY EAR!!" I screamed back, playfully shoving his shoulder. We both started laughing.
It was 3:25. Time for the boy's showers. I take one after they do, by myself. I enjoy it. Peace and quiet. I got those ten minutes alone once a week, according to the 'already filled out calender' of mine. When Joey left to the shower room, I decided to rest in my tent for a bit.
Elise's dream
"ELISE! ELISE! WAKE UP! GATHER YOUR THINGS!! WE'RE GOING TO WAR!!" I woke up the next morning to this. I jolted up, grabbed my boots, my spare uniform, and took off outside. The other soldiers had already taken off to the planes. I ran off behind them.
In the plane...
"So you nervous Elise?" Joey asked.
"Like hell I am!"
Joey snickered and said, "Did you like your morning call?"
"Yeah, gee thanks!" I said sarcastically, throwing my helmet on my head, grabbing my gun, and preparing to land.
"MOVE IT!! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!!" Sarge was screaming this at every soldier as they departed from the plane.
When I got onto the field, first thing that happened to me, was a bomb. When the bomb landed at my feet, my eyes widened, and I leaped towards my right. Also Dodging seven bullets that flew past my head. As I was flying through the air, I manged to gain hold of my gun, and shoot the men. Not my men though, of course.
Elise's Dream
Joey just stood there, watching me dodge bullets, avoiding greades, throwing them back and refilling my magazine. "ARMSTRONG! MOVE YOUR ASS!" I screamed at him. He awoke from his daze and ripped off a grenade, chucking it at some Iraqi.
"WATCH OUT!" he yelled as loud as he could. He ran over to me, and tackled and tackled me, getting me out of the way of a grenade headed right towards my head. I was facing the other way, shooting some people in the sand dunes. The grenade exploded a few feet away from us.
"Holy shit..." I muttered. I ran away, my face beet red. He just ran out to help Be-Bop with his little attack on the insurgents.
In horror I screamed.
A bullet went through his shoulder on the way over there. He screamed in excruciating pain. Like the life was sucked out of him. But yet he somehow managed to stay up.
"Kid, just fight! This is your life we're fightin' for! Take care of that whammy later!" Be-Bop yelled over the gun fire.
"Yeah, I'd rather be alive with this in my shoulder than dead with one in my head.." I heard him say, reloading the magazine and shooting the guy who shot him
He ran over to a sand dune, blood flowing down on his uniform, and jumped down into it.
"DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!" Joey yelled with a crazy kamakazi look on his face. He had my gun on automatic, and bullet after bullet went off, killing all of them. Standing there for a second, he counted out loud how many were dead. "One little insurgent, two little insurgents, three little insurgents, four little insurgents, five little insurgents, six little insurgents...12 little insurgents dead!" he yelled like a little kid. He already killed17 little insurgents!!!
"CALOW! CALOW!" I heard...I think it meant "RETREAT! RETREAT!" I looked around and saw some insurgents retreat into the never ending desert. A sudden surge of pain shot through him, I could see it on his face.
"Nice job Armstrong!" Everyone was patting him on the back as they passed me. "RECRUITS! GET BACK TO THE CHOPPER! WE'RE GOIN' TO THE BASE!" Sarge spat on everyone.
I saw him collapse, blood flowing freely out of his shoulder. I screamed, and ran over to him, muttering, "No, no, he can't be dead...I just met him...no...he can't." Tears flowed down my face as I held his lifeless body.
All of a sudden, I woke up screaming. My face was red, tears flowing down my face. I looked around, Joey was wide awake, staring at me. "Elise! Elise, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah...I'm fine," I replied. He came over as sat by me, his arm slung around my shoulder.
"Ya wanna tell me about it?" he asked.
"I guess..." I said, and told him the whole story.
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