He looks out of the window staring but not seeing. His eyes look inwards to his sole his personal hell that he imposes on himself. The reflection in the window shows the face of stranger clean cut uniform pressed to precision with creases as sharp as knife. The blue coat set the background the shining golden nebular and cross that blind his vision. Valour is that what it is to survive… The vibrations shake everything your eyes bounce around in there sockets hoping for escape and relief. Sweat and grease like an old mechanics workshop intensified until overpowering the 9 troopers tacking the fast road to the LZ. The negative gs of the drop make your stomach jump up into your throat like the fear of the dark you have as a child yet 1000 times worse and no relief when that stops the real fear will hit. My hands shake I’m loaded ready to go but still I shake the pill don’t work if anything it makes it worse. Warning beeper cuts through the cumulated noise of the turbulences thrusters and the shaking. Pray that their radars don’t have us. We wouldn’t even know just another crater on this god forsaken planet. Landing boosters take us from negative gs to a full 8 gs crunching our spines. 30 seconds till door opens and we charge out just like the drills,
hell no strait into a wall of death.
6 months ago
