Regret

There were five of us in that fucking [[night]], in that pile of shit [[city|rubble]]. [[Five]] cowerdly men, scared shitless for our [[lives]]. Three of us didnt make it. One was blown to bits by an enemy IED. The other two had either been shot or had bled out. (("Needs more writting")) [[It was just us two.]]

We were in the heart of enemy territory. The rebels had taken a significant portion of land recently and we were here to kick them out. We were held up inside a blown down building. The south wall was completed destroyed and the rest provided minimal coverage. ((Make this a bit more disrcriptive")) [[Back|Chapter 1]]

Roughly 20 minutes out from EVAC is when *they* arrived. The rebels had found our position. They crept through the shadows and had got into position. Hell fire erupted and pierced the night. We were hoplessly outnumbered. Everything was a staggering flurry of bullets and flashes. Only through brief breaks between firing could the howls and scream of our team be heard. [[Back|Chapter 1]]

You werent doing well yourself. You had multiple [[impact wounds]] and was rapidly losing blood. I hauled your cowerdly ass to cover as the enemy hoard drew closer. You grabbed my shoulder and begged me to "run! get the fuck out of here! GO!" I handed you a full round and told you "We're gettig the fuck out of here!" (("Maybe too ""Heroic"" sounding")) I went back to the opening to fight and [[die for you.]]

You were littered with holes. Flesh hung off your body like pasta string. You were completely unable to move. (("I dont really like this passage... Maybe describe it a bit better?")) [[Back|It was just us two.]]

Either through luck or damnation, we managed to make it through that shitstorm. I managed to fight them off long enough for and EVAC to arrive. I spent every round in my magazine and swore to myslef, that in those dire moments, that the last one wouldnt be for me . That I would spend every last shell on those bastards and that I would use my bare hands if need be in order to defend you. [[You were my brother after all.]]

And after all those years later. After all the fucking times we laughed, cried and lived togehter, what do you [[do?]] You had every chance to pick up that phone. Every oppotunity to contact me. Insted you trapped and convinced yourself that you were alone in this world. That there was nothing to experience but your pain. [[I should have just left you.]]

You Killed yourself. You coward. You just ended it it all right then and there. After everything I- no, *we* did for you that day. [[Back|You were my brother after all.]]

I didn't leave you back then. But here you are leaving me. Alone for the rest of my fucking life. I don't want these damn medals if it meant you would just off yourself later. I want the man I bled and killed for. The man that despite overwhelming odds, *lived* to tell the tale. I should've just left you there. Atleast I could have saved you from a life of sufferring. [[END]]

("Maybe its too depressing? I'm thinking of writting a more "Sunshine and Rainbows" version where the guy contimplates suicide but changes his mind once "You" die trying to defend him. He lives on and gives awarness to suicide and creates a charity or something.")

The night was still and silent. We each sat and watched as our campfire danced and licked through the night. We decided to let it burn a bit longer before we smothered its flame. We had just recieved new orders for immediate EVAC. A large platoon of enemy rebels were inbound. (("Unnecessary over discription of the fire?)) [[Back|Chapter 1]]

Sarge, Collins, Daniels, you and me. You and I had been through a lot. From day 1 I knew I could count on you. The other three were like family, but you were my blood. ((Needs to be longer")) [[Back|Chapter 1]]