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The Broken Soldier: Secrets of a Broken Marine

What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? Clayton Jackson dedicated his life to serving his country. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at the young age of eighteen, he never imagined following any other path. However, fate had other plans for him as a life-altering accident during his last deployment left him disabled and forces him to return home. Hiding in the small town he grew up in, Clayton tries to keep his secret from his loved ones at all costs. One day while seeking refuge from his troubled mind, his path crosses with Isabella Jones. Their connection is instantaneous as if the universe conspired to bring them together. Isabella, a mysterious and enigmatic woman, is haunted by the demons from her own past. As their relationship quickly blossoms, the unspoken truths between them threaten to tear them apart. When Clayton is presented with the opportunity to rejoin the Marine Corps, Isabella is faced with a decision: whether to accompany him or remain behind. Caught in this web of secrets and lies, they try to navigate their love through the murky waters, desperately hoping to find solace in each other's arms. But will love be enough to conquer the shadows that lingered in their hearts? Or would the truth ultimately be their undoing?

Tatum_Whispers · Urban
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124 Chs

Slipped By Surprise

On my ass, in the mud.

That is what you get if you stare at a woman's hips and do not look where you are going.

Was it worth it? Well, my fucked up leg might tell you otherwise, but yes, I think I got in a full eye's view.

So with a very much bruised and most definitely blistered leg, I get into the Humvee. Now, I don't know by the smile on her face if she is amused or slightly concerned. 

But the moment she leans forward and places her delicate fingers on the top of my prosthetic leg, she softly whispers, "Clay, are you okay?"

"We will see as soon as we get back. But yes, next time, refrain from swaying that ass so much."

She only but bursts out in laughter, the rest of the Humvee only but whimper little chuckles underneath their breath. But the moment that Galland tries to even utter, I give him one full slap against his head.

"Get us out of here before I slap you even harder."