'𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚.'
In 2005 Joshlynn Moore is set out to deploy to Afghanistan. She is met with the struggle of trying to adjust h...
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"Hey." Marcus called out.
But Danny could barely even speak he was having difficulty breathing.
"Hey!" Marcus repeated.
"This is bad here." Marcus panted.
We all turned to look at him.
"This is a fucking problem!" He groaned.
Micheal nods.
"Fucking no comms." Micheal pulled out his SAT phone.
"No fucking comms." He groaned.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Shot me up pretty good bro!" He nodded.
"Shh!" I covered his mouth gently.
"Let me see the hand." I placed his hand in mine.
I gently undid his bandages and it relieved the remainder of what was left of his two fingers.
"You're alright." I assured.
He began panting loudly.
"Look at me.. you're okay." I assured.
I hated lying to him but the truth is we were fucked. There was no way we would be making this out alive. We were all pretty banged up and to even have a shot to come out alive from this thing we would need a miracle. We barely had bullets, we had no comms and we were all running out of fuel.
Danny's breath began to turn into pants again
"Hey danny! Looks at me." Marcus spoke sternly.
"You alright? Huh?" He asked.
Danny could only nod his head.
"Suck it the fuck up. Okay danny? You're a fucking frogman." He assured.
"You have that kit moore?" Marcus asked.
"No I lost it at the trail." I admit.
"It's okay. You got a little hit in the leg okay? I'm just going to look at it." Marcus nods.
He began rolling up Danny's pants and he let out a large exhale.
"You okay?" Marcus asked.
Dannys breath progressively grew rapidly as marcus squeezed out majority of the bullet.
"Okay okay. You're good." He assured moving on.
"Hey mikey! Don't close your eyes on me now. Let me see." Marcus spoke sternly.
