Private War
1: Pain
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He hurt.
That was an unusual sensation for him. He’d been told that he had an abnormally high pain threshold. High enough that he could have his teeth filled with no anesthetic. Not that he’d ever HAD his teeth filled, that was another odd thing about him, he had no cavities. He was also never sick.
So why did he hurt....? Hazy memory. Jungle fog and explosions. He and his team had been on a routine patrol when they stumbled upon a whole COMPANY of NVA. It was an ambush. The NVA had it set for someone else but they were more than happy to destroy a covert ops team. Jim, Billy and Joe died right there. They barely had time to raise their rifles. He’d been “lucky’. He wasn’t quite into the kill zone and he’d bent down to duck below a low hanging branch when the shit hit the fan. He’d been right behind Hank. Hank had been behind Tracy.
Tracy had taken a round or two of something BIG in the chest and died instantly. What was left of Tracy's body was blown backwards knocking Hank down. Hank had fallen right on top of him. Protecting him. Shielding him.
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