I had the dream again. The Lt. is hiding behind me, ok not so much hiding as using me as cover from weapons fire. I am trying to get it through his thick skull that the lightly armed can't hit the side of a barn forces. Are faking it and are leading us to a trap. He orders me to do as he says. I try hard to contain my anger, then his brains are all over me. For a split second I think now this truly sucks, and think about leaving his dumb ass there. I can't though, so I carry him. trying not to think about the grey bits on my face, nor the warm wet blood rolling down my back. Try not to think I am about to get killed by this fool after all. So I carry him then drag him with me while trying not to get shot and killed or worse left all alone. In my dreams I can feel my heart racing in my chest, I can taste the bile. I can think about the guys in my unit I have to warn. In my dreams I sometimes don't warn the others in time. Or I get shot and wake up screaming in anger and frustration. I can do without my dreams sometimes...
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