"What do you think he thinks about when he's out there like that?"Medic, seated at his work table, sighed. Scout had the uncanny ability shared only by young children and housecats to single out the one person he irritated the most.Well, that wasn't exactly true. Medic glanced out the open infirmary window at the figure hunched outside. Scout wasn't suicidal enough to bother Soldier during one of the latter's mid-afternoon, sky gazing reveries in the courtyard."Killing Germans," snorted Medic."Nazis." said Scout, pulling up a chair. "There's a difference.""He doesn't seem to think so."Scout ignored the venom in the older's man voice. "He’s gonna get heat stroke if he keeps it up.""Bah. He can't get any further brain damage.""You're a real piece of work, Doc. What about the Hippocratic Oath?"Medic stopped cleaning his bonesaw, looking up pointedly at Scout over the rim of his spectacles.Scout cleared his throat and nervously drummed his fingers on the table. "I hear the guy used to be a paratrooper.""Hmm.""I think he misses it."Medic sighed, putting his bonesaw aside. "Scout. You aren't seriously trying to psychoanalyze Soldier, are you?""Hey man, they say airmen get all squirrelly when you clip their wings. Something about being up there changes them.""The fool has a death wish, and is sulking over one less way in which to kill himself. There'll be no flying out here unless you like to have something detonate at your feet." Medic turned his attention to cleaning his workspace."Oh shi-"Medic cut him off. "Scout, language, please.""I think he heard us, man!"Medic rose to his feet with a clatter and looked out the window in alarm. Soldier, no longer gazing up, was now considering his rocket launcher with an unusually thoughtful expression."Schei... Help me with my pack, boy. We're going to need it."
BY: ENGINEER------------Scout loved the sky.Sometimes the team joked that it loved him back. It never seemed to rain when he was deployed with them. They all liked to laugh and joke about it, telling about the one time it had been raining on a deployment. Scout walked out from the resupply, and, they kid you not, the clouds parted and the sun shone down. They'd all paused, looked back in his direction, and laughed and laughed before continuing.And today wasn't any different. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the team was in good spirits, and Scout was laughing and running, jumping from impossible point to impossible point, taking potshots, just like he always did.He didn't even notice the little dot. No one ever did.There was the fingersnap of a rifle, a strangled scream that cut itself off into a trailing, pained whimper. Someone screamed for a Medic. All there was was pain and blood and his leg, oh god, his leg!Up above, the sky clouded over. The Scout's team wavered; they knew what had just happened. They all quietly prayed that it wouldn't rain as they pressed on.
BY: ANONYMOUS---------------------------The cracked earth was still exuding heat from the daytime sun, but night was approaching and the temperature was dropping fast. The stars are coming out, one by one, as a lone figure scans the horizon for any sign of home. At this rate, he would freeze before he got anywhere near civilization. Sniper looks up at the rising moon and sighs in resignation. With no means of starting a fire, and only his hunting knife and a week-dead water buffalo for company, prospects look grim. He looks from the sky to the fetid corpse in front of him with a grimace."Bugger all," he mutters to himself, unsheathing his knife. It's going to be a long night.
I gazed upon the unshifting cloud, the sole inhabitant of the sky. Crouched in the murky waters, I awaited the return of my teammates. Our advancement was unsuccessful, and after a strategic departure from the enemy base, I was the only one remaining. I'd leapt into the pits to avoid enemy sight, but this left me alone. I listened patiently for my team to return to the radios, and gazed apprehensively upward. My view of the sky held my hopes and my fears. Would that next body passing over be friend or foe? Would I be able to get away at all if my team never returned? I needed them as much as they needed me. I looked at the walls surrounding me. Smooth, unangled. There was no way for me to climb out. One grenade dropped down and I was gone. I remained still, silent. There's still hope. There's still hope.