It made me sick to see them, but at the same time it was funny. I couldn’t help but laugh at them, they sure deserved it.
To a man these guys I had worked, lived and laughed with reminded me of a ball in high weeds…lost. Lost because they had no clue what to do next. They’d spent themselves completely and gotten nowhere. Angry men who couldn’t stop hating.
The chief grabbed his chest, collapsing on the floor. We all thought it was a heart attack, but no, “just” a panic attack. If there’s ever been a perfect time to panic this was it, but we had a damn hard job to do. Panic attack, heart attack…doesn’t matter, it was deadly for him all the same. The guys killed him for it, right then. We had no time for weakness – everything depended on someone stepping up, taking charge – that was his job. He slowed us up, now he’s dead. Simple as that.
For a long time after I was their hero, “saved the day” they all said. They all said it.
I keep watching my back…I still have a job to do.