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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

The Bond Of A Brother

It has been an endless wait.

Galland has not come to yet, to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Clark, who is still very much here and much to the annoyance of the doctor, refusing to move. She is yet to see the determination of a Marine.

But is it a determination that is beginning to falter? No. What is beginning to falter is that I have not phoned Isabella as I told her I would. I am sure the woman is beside herself. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Galland's side to go call her.

Though before I can even think of swiping up and dialing her number, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.