Another snippet

[woodface]

It was bound to go wrong. When you cause so much grief, some of that destruction is bound to come back to you. It didn’t take too long. During a mission, the strong current made him drift further into enemy territory. His parachute opened too late and he hit the ground, hard. Never in his life had he experienced such pain. Nine broken ribs, a skull fracture and no rescue. It took him nine days to reach friendly territory, only his promise to her gave him the energy to keep going. When he limped out of the dessert, his uniform was stained with more than just his blood.

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[deltachild.livejournal.com]

D'aw :D