Mailto Sonu: A Short Story

The blue midnight sky was glistening with infinite stars that lay above my slanted head as I watched the twilight moon above me. Glancing down my hand, catching sight of the time gave me the realization that this was actually happening. Months of preparation, years of mental training and the day had come faster than ever. My mind and heart were trapped in the though and mission of protecting and defending my country, the country that gave me everything and was everything. I was 22, they call me Mailto Sonu with a passion of going into the military as a young child, and the curiosity filled in my head of what it would feel like to stand on the rusty, rough, and coarse sand. As I looked across the bunker I caught glimpse of the closed letter on my bed I wrote 2 days ago when we first arrived here, it was for my mom, the women who made me who I am today. I might have not had …show more content…
I was the little one out of the team, standing at 5’7” feet, but it didn't bother me. Juno was a very kind, and polite gentleman, we all had a very strong bond maybe because we shared the same goal and went through the same grief’s and sorrows growing up. We were near Mt. Quinn, creating a strong platoon idea with Sargent Nilian and Captain Manidu discussing their strategies and plans for the night and god knows for what was to come. We were all spread across the whole entire land and trenches, seemed like a sea of soldiers preparing for a stupendous wave coming. It was shut silent, to the point where all you could heat was the wind rushing rapidly along with the branches crackling in an upward motion making a “keek” sound continuously. I walked towards the fragile, and sluggish white tent putting on my gray tinted ammunition belt with a sterling silver buckle, sliding my feet into the brown tinted with spots of gray rubber sandals, closing the 3 Velcro