An Important Walk

"Oh Gwen," I said. "This is just my second try. Take it for granted."

"How could I, it's pretty special to me to see you," I said trembling. My mouth still felt off; I touched my mouth. It was there, but it wasn't very portative though. "Hey when you feel better, can I talk to you about something?" she said.

I allowed her, I wanted to tell her a lot. "It's important," she said. I know now she has something in mind.

She left the room and I stayed in my bed. I felt as if I couldn't move. My body ached and burned. I breathed heavily and uncomfortably.

How would it feel being in battle? It was very hard to imagine. I thought about myself, or I think it was a dream, in the middle of a field. Rifles were shooting all over me. Many of them missed. But then, those rifles cleared out. I just saw Glenn running to someone that was by a grenade laying in front of a German and then—I woke up.

That was surely a dream. I got out of bed, drenched in sweat. I went to the bathroom, turned on cold water. I splashed water on my face.

I looked at myself for a while. Would I be those lucky ones, who are honored for surviving the battle. Or would I be those men-men who die like normal. In war, no one really lives. "Gwen!" I shouted.

We were in a path of a bunch of trees. "Hmm, very beautiful," I said to myself. "It does actually," Gwen said. "You see if you look at a regular bush. You wouldn't care. There's nothing to it."

I nodded. I don't care about all the bushes. "But if you see the pretty flowers in it. It's special." "You're point being," I said.

"If you die, I just want you to remember. You have a really brave heart. And that people care about you, whether you feel like it or not," she said. I smiled a bit. But then it worried me more.

It was in the middle of the sweet exquisite trail of bushes, the flowers above us, those flowers by us, the sweet smell of lavender. Car noises were heard.

I looked over through the soft leaves—German cars were driving around the border. It looked like the one, the car that was sent to find us. They were here.

"Hide, inside here," I demanded quietly. We bent down, trying to make ourselves invisible. The bushes felt as if they were crawling through my skin.

Lights rose up; the car came closer. It shined at the bushes, making it very possible for us to be caught. I got my walkie-talkie. "Glenn!" I whispered. "What is it?" Glenn's voice crackled. "Call Sarge and tell him that we have Germans outside the building."

The car stopped. Men went out with rifles that stretched as long as golf sticks. I could hear they were heavily armed.

"Sir, I see no one," one said. "Hmm, walk around the field," a voice said. It was familiar. It sounded like it was from that man with the bushy beard. He was a general. "Yes Commander Elias," one of them said. "We need to get around the building for war supplies. I want them defenseless."

I looked at Gwen. Tears streamed out of her eyes. I covered it tightly. Footsteps crushed leaves from the ground.

"Sir, no sight of anyone here, do you want us to keep looking?"

"These are low elevations, keep looking."

"C'mon let's go," I said. We crawled through the bushes and far away. I hit my head on a hard knob. It was rusty, but the slight glint of green showed.

"What's this?" I asked. Gwen answered, "I believe it's their own supplies." "Should we take it?" "I don't know, why would we?"

"Maybe it will help us later."

"We have guards that are here, do you think we'll want to be prisoners again?"

I sighed, "Let's just hurry up and get outta here."