Last Beats of a Soldier

by Jennifer Meow

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My last breath.
The pain is inticing, and I am beginning to lose sight of the battlefield.
I feel the heat of Iraq, and my wound continues to ooze blood. Soon there is a puddle around my body.
I feel no shame, no regrets, just sadness.
Sadness that I would never ever see my two boys again, my beloved wife, and all my students at my school.
With my last ounce of strength, I take out a picture of my family I always carry in my back pocket, kissed them one last time, and waited for god to take me up to heaven.

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  1. Last Beats of a Soldier

    blackbearsrock's Buddy Icon blackbearsrock

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    wow that was a good ficlet for Vetern’s Day.
    You were thinking of Mr. Moran weren’t you?

  2. Last Beats of a Soldier

    Jennifer Meow's Buddy Icon Jennifer Meow

    Posted about 1 year ago

    why yes i was
    :( about hwen the two kids and the wife were talking about one of the kids drawing the dad in a tombstoneand stuff =[

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