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Staff Sgt. “Buffalo”
Bill Wheeler slung his army duffel over his shoulder, every inch a dignified soldier. Passing the baggage claim carousel, he
stepped outdoors onto the cold cement
where buses and taxis created clouds of diesel and roars of engines.
Sounds
grabbed, yanking him back.
Frenzied screams tore through the
smoke. “MEDIC! Medic...Corpsman, over here!” Bill trudged
through blood and blue shadows,
searching for the sources of the screams.
Looping around slopes
and brush, he found his wounded comrades.
Gazing into the wounds, Bill realized most were almost dead. Hang
on, Private! That’s an order, son!
Artillery
explosions threw debris and billowing smoke filled the sky, sheltering them under the midnight sun.
“Hey! Staff
Sgt! Over here! Corpsman!...”
A familiar
voice pulled him back to the cold cement.
“Hey, there! Buffalo, you old man.” He hugged Staff Sgt. Bill. “Why, you got yourself a new leg, dude! Shiny thing, too. And…” he looked at Buffalo’s face. “Those scars make you look better. Ladies like the scars, man…”
They walked
on, Bill wondering if he would ever feel harmonious
and safe with this new life.
These italicized and underlined words, sentence phrases are provided by Delores from Under the Porch Light. Each Wednesday, Delores provides six daunting words for any who wishes to participate in this writing challenge. Please visit her site by clicking on the shivering cardinals in the sidebar; you will find other writers who have taken different slants on these words! You should be intrigued...
