Author: Ventracere PM
Soldier's nightmares.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 412 - Published: 04-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3017659
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Hands over mouths.
The room is spinning.
The mind has stopped.
Sharp, hiccupping, staccato stifled breaths.
Spots dancing before eyes.
A hand, a dark, shadowed, cloaked hand
Grasped the throat, gently squeezing.
L O S I N G A I R. . .
Eyes snapped open,
Chest heaving as blue eyes darted
To every corner, along every edge.
Something was up, something was wrong.
Untangling legs from sheets,
The person stood, stance tense
Expecting something at every moment,
It always happens now.
Soon, every night, every time eyes slid closed –
Memories swallowed up reality
The smell of sweat, anxiety, and dirt
Blocked up senses.
Hands, face, legs, eyes
Were all gritty with sand,
Ears blocked off, the sounds muffled.
Clad in armor,
Soldiers ran as gunfire rained
The scarf covered faces darted here and there.
A cry of pain blasted through the stifling air
Opening numb senses.
But pain was just an obstacle.
They were trained to complete the mission.
So afraid. Afraid… Afraid. AFRAID!
The swirling sand continued to sway and dance
As a mine was uncovered.
Red numbers flashing as they counted to explosion,
3… 2… 1…
The world went red and brown.
Gulping for air,
Blue eyes flickered back into focus,
Alarmed hands scrabbled to open the hatch
Clammy skin reveling at the feel of freezing air.
December. It was December.
Right. It was winter.
The memories slipped back into the center,
Creeping, whispering those treacherous thoughts.
Sand quickly flooded senses once more
Before a blast of cold wind
Brought reality back into check.
Elbows braced against the window frame,
Eyes stared into the dark shadows enveloping the night.
The soldier was sure it was gone-
Sand blasted around like a tornado,
The soldier was lost,
Knees buckling under,
Arms braced against something
Landed on numb cheeks.
Or was it rain?
Eyes opened once more
To feel the rain drizzle on welcoming skin.
Sitting on the window sill,
The soldier fingered the platinum dog tags
Feeling the inscriptions and scratches
Under worn, callused fingers.
For now, the memories should stay away
But never will they disappear.
The drizzle turned to rain,
Thunder rumbling comfortingly
As troubled blue eyes
Gazed watching the raindrops fall
AN This was written without any reference to a soldier, so if I have offended anyone in any shape or form, I am sorry. Hope you enjoyed it.