All he could hear was the screams of his fellow countrymen followed by explosion after explosion. He shielded his eyes from the flying sand, metal fragments and body parts along with whatever else was headed his way.
One minute he was laughing with his buddies and the next he was on the ground trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain. He didnt know exactly why he was so disillusioned but he did know he had been hit.
Unaware if he was in heaven or on earth his buddies kept yelling at him to stay with them. He didnt understand why they kept shouting his name because he could hear them just fine.
The next thing he knew he was in the MASH unit listening to others screaming and crying. He finally put things together and he realized he had been hit but he wasnt sure if he had been shot or stepped on a land mine.
Land mines reminded him of the beautiful and precious soul of Princess Diana. He was always so impressed with how selfless she was in so much of her life. He always felt bad for her because she got caught up in something that had been going on for literally years before she was even thought about.
Prince Charles never loved Diana and she was nothing but a blue blood breeder yet she was unaware of her true purpose in Charles life. The queen made it clear that her son would marry a blue blood and raise heirs to the throne.
His thoughts were random and all over the place and he still hadnt found out what had happened to him. War was literally hell and makes one rely on others that are not known very well or at all.
He had terrible pain in his feet which was welcomed because it meant he still had his legs. At least, that is what he had thought but the truth was very raw and ugly which he learned rather quickly as he attempted to get out of bed.
Unaware of phantom pain, he had thrown back the covers and he swung his legs over the side of the bed and doing so made the bloodied bandages on his stumps expose themselves. The site of his legless stumps made him throw up, literally.
She came out of nowhere and quickly put down the tray of meds she was carrying as she walked towards him. He was not the first soldier to become an amputee and he wouldn’t be the last. He was actually one of the lucky ones that survived as he still had his arms and the rest of his body.
She knew his first emotion would be shock and then anger and then the deep depression that took so many of them and refused to let them go. She gathered his blankets and threw them in the dirty sheets bin. She then went and located a mop and bucket and even though it wasn’t her job she mopped up after him.
He told her to get the fuck away from him and when she tried to speak he told her to shut the fuck up and go away. Yes, she was prepared for his hateful words and actions and she was hoping to see signs of depression.
Once he was able to be depressed then he was able to start the healing process. She knew the cycle of life so well and she felt so bad for him. She had brought him music, books, an ipad and a few candy bars.
As the days turned into weeks he had come along way and he no longer was nasty to her but grateful for her. They had become great friends and she always sneaked him extras at meal time.
He woke up every morning with the vision of her in his mind and he couldnt wait to see her at breakfast time. He sat up and as usual waited for her, only to be sorely disappointed as she had been transferred to the midnight shift.
It was Friday night and he decided to wait up for her to come to work only to learn she had the weekend off. A veil of unexpected sadness draped over him and his heart felt heavy.
He hadn’t realized he had such deep feelings for this woman and he found himself missing her so much. The weekend drug on and he had difficulty sleeping because his mind continually wondered to thoughts of her.
She came to work with him on her mind and she couldn’t wait to do her rounds so she could see him. She walked down the center of the ward with a tray full of meds that she handed out as she quietly walked through the ward checking on her patients.
She could hear him long before she saw him and it broke her heart to hear his screams. He fought ugly demons in his sleep and he was never able to sleep without the pain of his war experience.
The post traumatic stress syndrome was a terrible thief of stolen security and he never got any rest. His dreams were never light hearted and pleasant but only he knew the true terror of the night.
When people say they know how you feel they dont have a clue and only the ignorant would want to have a body part amputated for any reason. As he fought with his demons she walked up to his bed.
Putting the covers over him and wiping the sweat from his brow she looked at his face and she could see the terror he was reliving. She had no idea what he had been through and she wouldn’t pretend to know his pain.
She pulled up a chair next to his bed and took his hand in hers. Whispering into his ear she spoke softly and deliberately. She reassured him over and over that he was safe and no one would ever hurt him like this again.