The Last Stand

Day 2,849, 20:20 • Published in United Kingdom Canada • by Vexing Chaos




He lies awake in the cold darkness. Peering across the battlefield among flashes of light he sees vague shadows. It’s his brothers and sisters in arms. He’s cut off from them. A few kilometers away the enemy is waiting to pounce.

There’s little to no hope for survival. He’s running out of water, ammunition and time. The next few hours are crucial. What is the next step? If he comes out of hiding he’s a dead man. If he doesn’t, he will eventually starve to death or better yet become captured.

His mind wonders. Where did this all go wrong? He remembers the times in his life before this mess. Better times. Times when he was happy and carefree. His life begins flashing before his eyes. Bullets start racing overhead. He takes cover and braces for contact.

The enemy wants nothing more than to take his head. They relish the fact that he is cut off. They begin firing their weapons in the air and start yelling in a language he barely understands. The situation looks bleak. He glances at photographs of his children. He says his prayers.

He begins to ready himself for the inevitable. Before he can draw his weapon a chopper flies over head. It’s a rescue mission. Missiles and bullets rain down on the enemy from above. What once was a lost situation has turned to his favor. He is lucky. This time.


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