Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-27025277-20160717141202

As the sun rose, Joshua Greene awoke in a cold sweat from a frequent recurring dream. He sat there panting as he slowly gained conciousness of reality...

. . . . ..

"There he is..."the spotter whispered,"Do you have visual?"

"Roger that..."Jo whispered,"Give me my marks..."

"Right..."the spotter whispered.

A small silent break in static was heard as the young man calculated maths beyond comprehension to Jo.

"One click up, two clicks east..."the spotter began to say before it happened.

A mortar shell rained down and blew him to pieces, one of which landed near Jo. His wedding band hand. Jo removed the band and jumped up as the hillside received a rain of mortar fire. He ran as fast as he could...

. . . . ..

"Fucking hell..."Jo gasped before slowly sliding out of his cot. He stepped onto the sand floor of his beach cottage and staggered to the kitchen. (Don't know if this would exist...) He put on some coffee and sat in silence.