Kevin rubbed his burning eyes. Crying and riding in the turret without his goggles on had dried them out. He picked through his field first-aid kit and found a bottle of saline, which he squirted into each red, swollen eye.
Casper quickly located Jeff’s last coordinates, and the men fanned out to find the remains of the Iraq trail. Once located, they regrouped and followed the two tracks, predator and prey, watching for signs of Jeffrey and his spotter.
The men silently walked several miles, then once they were sure the area was clear, would call in the Humvees and stage them. So it went for most of the day, walking over hills and around them, through sand and into dry riverbeds, walking ahead of the Humvees then calling them up to wait. As the day progressed the men moved more cautiously and communicated by hand signals, sure they were getting close.
Kevin stopped suddenly and signaled for his men to drop to the ground. He pointed to a distant hill—the highest in the immediate area—with a figure seated upon its summit.
While his men crawled for cover, Kevin slithered behind them for a vantage point on higher ground.
Rifles cocked and ready for a fight, Kevin’s men nervously scanned their surroundings for any hint of an attack.
Kevin climbed up the loose rocky hill on his belly. At the crest of the hill he raised his field glasses to his eyes. Squinting into the sun he could make out details of a man seated on the hilltop. His blood ran cold.
Spick had just turned toward the figure when he heard Kevin scrambling over the top of the hill behind him.
“Sarge! Come back!” Gabe yelled. Kevin ran past the others, discarding his pack and his rifle to lighten his load. His men jumped to their feet.
“Jesus,” Spick mumbled, running after Kevin with his rifle drawn, unsure what he had seen. Gabe and Bobby quickly followed while Casper covered them from the rear.
Stumbling and grabbing dirt with his hands to climb up the side of the hill, Kevin finally reached the figure everyone had seen. He grabbed his helmet and turned away, then turned back to the figure and doubled over. Spick plodded up the hill and reached the top. Kevin looked back at him with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Sarge, what’s wrong?” Spick asked, “what’s wrong?” Kevin gestured toward the man seated a few feet away and his face twisted into bitter anguish. Spick wrapped his arm around Kevin to comfort him and looked at the man.
Gabe reached the summit. Seeing Kevin’s condition, he looked at the seated figure and quickly turned away in disgust.
“Oh God . . . Jeffrey,” Bobby muttered sadly when he reached the hilltop.
Kevin cried hard and fell to his knees, reaching out to touch the body of his friend.
Spick stopped him. “No man, he’s booby trapped.” He gently pulled Kevin’s arm back.
“Fuckin’ sand niggers,” Bobby said in disbelief. “They tied him to a couple of grenades after they propped him up on that board.” Gabe refused to look back, but swallowed hard when he heard those words.
Kevin’s mind raced as he cried over Jeffrey’s body.
My head . . . it feels so full. . . I wish I could reach in and pull these memories out of my mind! He deserved better than this . . . Despite every desire to look away a flood of memories kept him fixed on Jeffrey’s body, absorbing every horrific detail.
He made us laugh . . . so full of love! Oh god the pain he went through, dying alone . . . it’s not fair . . . it’s not fair . . . Kevin’s stomach hurt and he sat back on his heels and cried out.
“We’re going to have to set those grenades off before we can move him, man,” Spick whispered under Kevin’s cries.
When his thoughts turned to the kindness Jeff’s mother had shown him after graduation, Kevin grew angry. He snarled and spit through his tears and squeezed sand in his hands until his knuckles were white.
Jeff’s mother will receive a flag-draped coffin, not a warm bear hug. My god, she’ll be devastated by the news! Those monsters . . . those fuckin’ animals!
Kevin screamed and threw the sand at the setting sun—in the direction of the Iraqi Unit Jeffrey had been chasing.
Gabe tried to settle Kevin and hold him back. He still couldn’t look at Jeff’s body.
Casper reached the top of the hill and looked at Jeff. “Wow, looks like they cut him up pretty good before he died. He was still alive when they tied him to the board—see how the wire cut his wrists as he struggled?”
Kevin yelled and covered his face with his hands.
“Christ Casper, you’re not helping!” Gabe chided.
Casper ignored him. “So let’s pick him up and take him with us.”
“Grenades,” Spick said, pointing to Jeffrey’s lap. Casper shook his head.
“I’m gonna take Sarge away from this,” Gabe said, propping Kevin up. He pulled Kevin to his feet but his knees buckled and Gabe dropped him.
“I’ll help you,” Bobby offered. “You and Spick going to be able to handle this?”
“I don’t see how we’re going to get him down without setting off the grenades,” Casper said. Spick swallowed and nodded in morbid agreement.
Kevin whimpered as he was led down the hill. His mind was spinning and the ground under his feet was rolling like the deck of a ship in a storm.
“This should be far enough,” Gabe said, sitting Kevin in the sand a safe distance from the hill. Bobby looked back to Spick and Casper working quickly in the twilight. Kevin pounded at the sand on either side of his legs, sobbing.
He needed me, I let him down . . . I left him to die on that hill! He put his hands over his face then leaned on his elbows, crumpled in half. Pressure increased inside his head as he reviewed the images of his friend’s body. In a matter of hours the bedrock that supported him in an uncertain, deadly world had crumbled.
I should have gone . . . it should be me on that hill! I led him to his death . . . his mother, god his mother . . . it’s my fault!
Kevin leaned back and yelled into the sky with his fists clenched in frustrated anger. Powerless to do anything else, yet driven to do something, anything, he tried to stand up.
They’re going to die for this . . . I’ll scatter their pieces to the wind! I’m going to torture them . . . make them suffer!
“It’s ok Sarge, just take it easy,” Gabe said, sitting him back down. “Let them work up there so we can get going.”
Kevin looked at the shadows of Casper and Spick on the hilltop. They began to descend, walking towards him. Kevin lunged forward and grunted, pointing to Jeff’s body.
Don’t leave him! He’s still one of my men!
“Don’t worry, they’re bringing him with us,” Bobby said quietly.
Kevin looked up at Gabe and Bobby through swollen red eyes, a look of sorrow creasing his face and turning the corners of his mouth down. His expression pleaded with them not to leave Jeff behind.
“We’re not leaving without him,” Bobby said, placing his hand on Kevin’s shoulder. He looked up at Gabe. “We should probably turn him around.”
Gabe nodded in agreement. “C’mon Sarge, let’s start walking back to the Humvees.”
Kevin’s eyes welled up with tears again as he furiously shook his head. Gabe and Bobby fought to stand him up but he refused.
“Jeffrey . . . Jeffrey,” Kevin sobbed. “Oh my god.” The vision of what he’d seen on the hilltop proved to be too much, and Kevin fell limp on his belly. He pounded his fists into the sand as he gritted his teeth in determined anger.
We’re going to get them . . . we’re going to kill every last one of those motherfuckers! They will pay for what they did! We have to do something . . . we have to kill them! I’ll do it myself if I have to! The scar on his cheek burned more than the day he received it in basic. Furious, he pulled his sidearm from his hip and tried to stand.
“God, get that pistol out of his hand,” Bobby urged. Gabe grabbed Kevin’s hand and struggled to disarm him. Kevin’s fist swung wildly as Gabe pried Kevin’s fingers from the grip. Bobby dodged and weaved as the barrel crossed him several times.
“The safety is on,” Gabe said, inspecting the pistol. He cleared it and put it in his pocket.
Bobby tried to turn Kevin away from the hilltop. “C’mon Sarge, let them work.” With considerable effort he managed to turn him in the opposite direction.
Spick waited until Kevin was faced away. “Clear!” he yelled, holding a small box wired to the hilltop. Everyone turned away as Spick pressed a button to detonate an explosive charge.
Don’t leave him up there . . . bring him back for his mother . . . it’s all that she has left . . . Spick, bring him down . . . please Spick . . .
Everyone that is, except Kevin. He turned around at the sound of Spick’s call and saw the silhouette of his friend disintegrate in a chunky ball of fire and debris.
A tremendous pressure filled his head at the sight, and Kevin screamed in horror. His body went limp with shock and he passed out.