Have you ever had a rush of adrenaline fill so much within you that it knocks your breath away? That sort of rush was filled within my feet has I hurdled over countless rocks, jumped through streams, and climbed up and down slippery hills. I had a family that I needed to still take care of. There was no time to look back now. I was running alone and my mind was starting to play tricks on me. My feet finally slowed down when I reached a covered forest area. I was breathless has tears fell down my face.
The sun began to fall away in the distance and I tried to think of nothing. Being a soldier, I knew how to make camp. I sparked a fire and tried to think of nothing. My exhaustion took over me and you can’t stop yourself from thinking when you dream. Flashbacks from the day filled my head: the short quick glimpses of being ambushed by the Afghanistan’s, the scramble to free ourselves from the gasses that few overhead, the sound of men you called your brother scream and fall in defeat, and the look in their eyes. This all now haunted my dreams and made the journey ahead of me look long.
I had to find away back home to my beautiful wife and baby girl. The thought of them made it all the more important to survive. I had to survive, I was not ready to let them go, I couldn’t. I walked for days and days through unfamiliar territory, across streams that flow into the unknown, and having considering turning around because each tree looked as familiar as the first. I hadn’t eaten in days. Nor did I plan to start anytime soon. I took a break every so often to gather my thoughts and remind myself that rouged journey was worthwhile because of the prize in the end. I had not quite developed a plan, nor did I know where to start.
How could I make a plan? I had not source of communication, had no idea of where I was, and had no idea where the enemy troops where or what they were planning.
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