It’s a battle of wits .. they threaten you .. you give it back.
A battle of wills .. upping the stakes all the time ..
.. one fucker turns the screw .. the other answers back ..
constantly ratcheting it up ..
Broken by pain. Shattered. Isolated from buddies, all on your own ..
All you gotta do .. find the strength to carry on ..
bundles more shit where that came from ..
The enemy without, the enemy within. Taking it, standing up to them .. feeling every god-damned punch .. grunting through mindless pain ..
And battling your own fears .. fighting off that temptation .. to give in to the overpowering sense of helplessness .. all alone .. on your own .. and who fucking cares ..?
Standing up to the devil within ..
Been made to watch .. stuck in his cell .. watching his buddies get hurt .. his efforts to divert attention to him ignored.
Now Sarge moves centre-stage .. gets his wishes ..
.. they’re coming for him ..
Drilled for the toughest of lives. Bodies honed to muscular perfection. Skilled in the use of deadly weapons.
And built to beat that first enemy – conquer their own fears.
Mentally hard as steel ..
Forced to watch.
First young Hawk. Then Carter.
Deliberate mind-game .. make the sarge feel impotent .. failing his men.
But his chance will come ..
to prove his worth ..
Tough as a bull. Stubborn as an ox. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse.
Been through this together .. done the lot together .. fuck the training, they’d been tortured side-by-side .. where it counted .. having the shit hammered out of you .. sticking together.
What are buddies for?
Him and Carter .. gone through a lot .. together .. covered each other’s back .. owed each other their lives ..
– what word describes that kind of bond?
First time out, first mission to get under his belt .. busting a gut to prove himself ..
Out with guys he admires .. men he has to look up to .. five years down-the-line .. craves to be like them ..
Captured .. put through it .. tested .. this is for real … can’t let his buddies down ..
Hard life being a rookie ..
rendsz’ world has gone a bit soft these past weeks.
Consequence of posting cameos .. too short .. not enough scope to get down to the dirty ..
Have to let it go with scene-setting .. leave things to the readers’ imagination ..
Nothing soft about Special Forces’ guys .. nothing soft when they get caught .. mid-mission ..
New short story starts .. a bit more ram-bam-bam-bam …
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