A Few Minutes later the chopper appears over the horizon. I pop a green smoke and wait for them to land. The chopper lands on a grassy field in front of me. I race toward my ride home while keeping my guard up. My motto is: The war zone is the most dangerous when you’re leaving because you stand a chance of getting shot in the back by a soldier you missed or a lurking sniper. I board the Helicopter and I fly off into the horizon. I sit back on the chopper and light one of my smokes, the heated smoky tobacco relaxes me. Exhaling smoke from my mouth and nose, staring out the open door I start thinking about Edward. I hope he was dead when I left him that day, and I didn’t just leave him for those butchers. If I did leave him for them, I hope
