16:15 Day 4
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You realize you nodded back off when Trisha picks up the curled up ball on your lap that your youngest has become. You wake, get up, stretch and walk into the kitchen to find that your mess has been completely cleaned up, all but Margret who is still sitting where she was left. Sitting next to her was the white rabbit’s foot key chain.
As you pick up the pistol and again check to make sure she wasn’t loaded you reach back into your pocket and pull out the magazine to check it, 4 rounds left..
Looking over the very old 1911 you notice that there were nicks in the handles, could they be for missions fought, enemy killed, who knows, maybe no one will ever know.. These old war horses fought like animals to survive and folks just don’t understand what they went through, a brotherhood of blood.. Friends came and friends went, brothers of blood exist forever. A memory of a loyalty never understood by civilians. A respect only earned in battle alongside men who volunteered to give the highest sacrifice a person can give for their country to secure their families freedom however screwed up it is, America is still the best country on the planet if the people took back control of their lives things would be as they were supposed to be.
Your oldest comes in from the back room, from outside. Brings you a bag and says, he is getting cold, this is all he had on him. Your shocked that she was strong enough to search the dead body. You thank her and look inside of the bag.
Copyright, Icarry2, WDY Media
You realize you nodded back off when Trisha picks up the curled up ball on your lap that your youngest has become. You wake, get up, stretch and walk into the kitchen to find that your mess has been completely cleaned up, all but Margret who is still sitting where she was left. Sitting next to her was the white rabbit’s foot key chain.
As you pick up the pistol and again check to make sure she wasn’t loaded you reach back into your pocket and pull out the magazine to check it, 4 rounds left..
Looking over the very old 1911 you notice that there were nicks in the handles, could they be for missions fought, enemy killed, who knows, maybe no one will ever know.. These old war horses fought like animals to survive and folks just don’t understand what they went through, a brotherhood of blood.. Friends came and friends went, brothers of blood exist forever. A memory of a loyalty never understood by civilians. A respect only earned in battle alongside men who volunteered to give the highest sacrifice a person can give for their country to secure their families freedom however screwed up it is, America is still the best country on the planet if the people took back control of their lives things would be as they were supposed to be.
Your oldest comes in from the back room, from outside. Brings you a bag and says, he is getting cold, this is all he had on him. Your shocked that she was strong enough to search the dead body. You thank her and look inside of the bag.
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