Army Days

Army Days

I had to keep on running. I had to fight back the tears. His head shifted into my chest. His face went pale. My eyes started to blur, as his hand was losing grip of mine. The blanket started to go as red as a tomato. I knew that I was going to lose him. I sprinted towards the refugee camp as there was nothing else to do. Was I going to see him again? I wondered.

As I sprinted towards the golden gate, I stopped. BANG! A minebomb exploded taking me and him with it. The rubble from the buildings was everywhere and I jumped to move it, to find the boy. He was my main thought at this moment in time. I saw a dusty hand and uncovered the rest of the horror. A lifeless body was there, with blood on his face. No pulse. No family except me. I had lost my little brother and now his coffin is resting on my guilt. Our duty is to protect and I failed. Maybe I should have never joined the army in the first place.