Wrong Place, wrong time - Phase III
Oct 9, 2012 10:49:37 GMT -6
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Post by hh54r on Oct 9, 2012 10:49:37 GMT -6
Wrong place, Wrong time – Phase III
He walked back to the open tailgate of his truck and sat down. His legs were like putty, his chest felt heavy and he was sweating like a pig. Even on this crisp November morning. The small group left turned to look at their new found hero just in time to see his chest explode into a mist of red filled with chunks of what was left of him. The 600+ grain 50 caliber round had done its job. The rest of the group tried to make cover but it was too late. They were cut down and everything around them was torn to pieces.
On the other side of the burning Sikorsky lay the gunner, the little boy and the pup. The gunners shoulder was dislocated but other than that the small group was fine. The gunner had managed to grab them all and jump from the helo just before the RPG had done its work. He held them down until his buddies cleared the area.
Two camo dressed soldiers jumped down out of the gun ship and helped the small group inside the waiting helo. The gunner spoke into the head set on the helmet he was given briefly and turned to the boy. “What’s your name son?” The little boy looked up at him and proffered up a tag that hung around his neck with the name “Timothy” printed on it. He smiled, held the boy and the pup and waited to touch down at Dobbins.
One of his buddies in the helo had helped the gunner pop his shoulder back in place. It was gonna be sore and he felt OK but was sent to a medic anyway. He kept the boy and puppy with him the whole time. When he went to debrief the boy and puppy were left outside the office under the watchful eye of the desk Sargent. They got some more food into him and the puppy and were just going outside to walk the puppy when the gunner walked out. “We will take it from here Sargent.”
The gunner the boy and the puppy all walked along a strip of grass while the puppy played and ran around. Not much was said. The gunner finally looked at the boy. “Timothy, you want to stay with me while we try and find your family?” The little boy shook his head yes. The gunner Greg Watson looked after the little boy for many months with no luck in finding his family. The two became a pair. Greg was finally released from his active duty status when most of the trouble was over. America had changed forever. Most of the soldiers went home to their own families and just tried to survive.
Greg had been prepared for this and had taken good care of Timothy and the puppy but knew that things would change for everyone in the long run. His girlfriend had taken to the little boy and the puppy with no issues. She loved them as much as Greg. They all stayed together on Greg’s farm in the country outside of Atlanta. They had a good life as the boy grew. The puppy, Pearl. Had a large litter and Timothy had his hands full. With the new pups as well as his daily chores. He grew into a fine young man.
One evening as he walked out onto the porch where Greg was sitting. He quietly watched as his father looked out into the twilight of the evening off to the west. There was a thin line of pumpkin orange covered by a cobalt blue sky this evening. It was gonna be chilly. He looked out into the yard as Greg nodded in the rocking chair and wondered what the rest of his life would bring.
Phase III of IV
Copyright 2012
HH54r
He walked back to the open tailgate of his truck and sat down. His legs were like putty, his chest felt heavy and he was sweating like a pig. Even on this crisp November morning. The small group left turned to look at their new found hero just in time to see his chest explode into a mist of red filled with chunks of what was left of him. The 600+ grain 50 caliber round had done its job. The rest of the group tried to make cover but it was too late. They were cut down and everything around them was torn to pieces.
On the other side of the burning Sikorsky lay the gunner, the little boy and the pup. The gunners shoulder was dislocated but other than that the small group was fine. The gunner had managed to grab them all and jump from the helo just before the RPG had done its work. He held them down until his buddies cleared the area.
Two camo dressed soldiers jumped down out of the gun ship and helped the small group inside the waiting helo. The gunner spoke into the head set on the helmet he was given briefly and turned to the boy. “What’s your name son?” The little boy looked up at him and proffered up a tag that hung around his neck with the name “Timothy” printed on it. He smiled, held the boy and the pup and waited to touch down at Dobbins.
One of his buddies in the helo had helped the gunner pop his shoulder back in place. It was gonna be sore and he felt OK but was sent to a medic anyway. He kept the boy and puppy with him the whole time. When he went to debrief the boy and puppy were left outside the office under the watchful eye of the desk Sargent. They got some more food into him and the puppy and were just going outside to walk the puppy when the gunner walked out. “We will take it from here Sargent.”
The gunner the boy and the puppy all walked along a strip of grass while the puppy played and ran around. Not much was said. The gunner finally looked at the boy. “Timothy, you want to stay with me while we try and find your family?” The little boy shook his head yes. The gunner Greg Watson looked after the little boy for many months with no luck in finding his family. The two became a pair. Greg was finally released from his active duty status when most of the trouble was over. America had changed forever. Most of the soldiers went home to their own families and just tried to survive.
Greg had been prepared for this and had taken good care of Timothy and the puppy but knew that things would change for everyone in the long run. His girlfriend had taken to the little boy and the puppy with no issues. She loved them as much as Greg. They all stayed together on Greg’s farm in the country outside of Atlanta. They had a good life as the boy grew. The puppy, Pearl. Had a large litter and Timothy had his hands full. With the new pups as well as his daily chores. He grew into a fine young man.
One evening as he walked out onto the porch where Greg was sitting. He quietly watched as his father looked out into the twilight of the evening off to the west. There was a thin line of pumpkin orange covered by a cobalt blue sky this evening. It was gonna be chilly. He looked out into the yard as Greg nodded in the rocking chair and wondered what the rest of his life would bring.
Phase III of IV
Copyright 2012
HH54r
