Climbing... exhausted once I reached the top... a clear view I had... a view of the disaster that had... had raided our camp. I thought... I thought we had the enemy in sight. Guarded, protected, well-covered, but somehow we were ramsacked... no one saw them coming. I had to flee the war torn land and climb to the top alone. I left them... momentarily. The direction of where we were going must be read... a silence feel upon the camp... the whaling calmed, the bodies lie still... the muffles ceased. I heard the silence smother my ears... a stillness rest across the land. They looked at me. The looked to me. They looked through me... wandering if I too had been hit. The enemy had stricken the bodies one by one... I witnessed it with my own eyes and at times... the stares, the glances, the need to know if I too had been stricken was given to me each time I stared into their eyes. I couldn't break my silence. My whaling was just as loud... just as disruptive... just as painful... just as overwhelming... Before I left them to make that climb... I too had been wounded. I retreated to a corner and held on to the storm. It stirred so strongly inside of me... I got lost in the thoughts of... of our soldiers lost. I got lost in the thoughts of... my platoon being sabotaged... wounded, jaded, mistakened to be unified... one voice-one body... I got lost in the thoughts of ... of being attacked and how it affected everyone... But I... I couldn't allow this storm to pin me and hold me hostage in my agony. I had to climb... I did... I stood... I led... and I will soon retreat. The troops are... are still wounded, but bandaged. The troops are still shaken, but marching. The troops have now gathered the strength to continue fighting. It is my turn to, to turn aside... and... and allow my storm to just be. I climbed that mountain and... and delivered.
Rest in Peace Cameron and Aaron...
Ms. Williams
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