Harry had hit bottom, his demons had finally worn him down farther than he ever could have imagined. The result of his emotional collapse found him on the roof of this old twelve story apartment building in deep contemplation. Harry’s past was filled with explosions, weapons fire, and dying people of all ages…some of which he was responsible for. His buddies were in the same fix, and many of those buddies he’d lost to enemy fire and IED’s. They would all be together for the morning briefing, split up and climb into their assigned vehicles, and some came back in body bags missing parts. This is what happened to his friend Jeff.
He and Harry had been the FNG an eternity ago. Bonding with Jeff had been natural for them, it was a cliché really… both enlisted as fresh naive nineteen year olds, both first time away from their little home towns. After their specialized training, the boys had transformed into strong men and graduated to an assignment at the same hell on earth.
Jeff as well as all his friends that he’d known during his two tours who hadn’t make it were each one burned into his memory, and they were the ones which haunted him the most.
Harry had reached the end, but as his ass inched closer to the edge he heard the stair well door open and slam closed.
“Oh wow, what a view! I had no idea we could come up here… Do you come up here often?”
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