He held held the man With his last rasped breaths Warmed by the warmth of the friend.
Snap out of it.
Blood soaked hands; held a man who was going to die. A horrid look of panic was in his eye. Smells of smoke, sweat, and blood enveloped this story.
You lie and say ''you''ll be okay, it''ll all get better.'' What the hell else was supposed to be said? He knew as well as you did he was breathing his last. His hands clenched your shirt in desperation.
His grip began to loosen The blood he''d detained cascaded to his mouth. Draining grotesquely onto his torso.
What was supposed to be done now? No lie would save this life now. There wasn''t a reset button or magic cure. This story would not be a fairytale end with a ''kodak moment'' This was reality, and in reality things tend to be less grandiloquent.
Removing the note he asked me to send his wife had this happened. It was singed and blood soaked.
This is reality. Walking from a lifeless body; of what was once your closest companion. There won''t be statues of this, it will not be scribed in history.
This is a true tale of Lt. Guiessepii Guarez and his Captain James Chancellord. When Lt. Guarez returned home he did not eat or drink because he could hold down no food. His wife saw him on their back porch in the night rain collapsed. He''d died of starvation because he lost all reason to live.
Before you condemn those who are in the force. Remember these men. There are bad peoples in every faculty of life. Look at the good and what they have suffered through.