Share the Promise

Fred puckered his lips, turned his face skyward and inhaled. Taking a deep breath, he watched wild-eyed as the rainbow came closer and disappeared. Thhhht! He spat out a bit of cloud, which quickly floated away like a child running home, then clenched his teeth, barring the escape of his captive rainbow. He had special plans for this one.

You haven't said a word all day. Is everything okay?" asked Sergeant Alan Simms, the only surviving officer in the area. Fred shrugged his shoulders, smiled and nodded. "Alright, then wipe that smile off your face. We're in deep stuff here and you're making me nervous!" "We gave them a run for their money but there's just too many of them." A moment later, enemy fire stirred little dancing dust clouds around their feet and they dove into their fox hole for protection. A large explosion obliterated the last dilapidated building in their remote outpost and they pulled their helmets down to protect their faces from the rocks, dirt and bits of burning wood that rained upon them.

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! "It looks like this is it Private! We're all that's left!" Fred smiled and knelt to the ground. He placed the barrel of his rifle in his mouth and breathed a deep sigh. Horrified by the sight, his Sargeant tackled him and screamed, "Oh no you don't, you &%$@! You're not going to blow your brains out and leave me here alone to fight!" Fred continued to smile as he picked up his rifle and dusted himself off. The two of them carefully peered over the edge of their fox hole to see the cloud of enemy soldiers charging their position. Jets flying overhead dropped bombs all around them, turning the already cratered countryside into fiery clouds of burning death.

As the swarm of enemy troops neared, Fred's sargeant held his rifle over the rim of the fox hole and fired randomly in their direction. "FIRE MARINE! FIRE!" he screamed. "We don't have a chance of making it, but we're not going down without a fight!" Fred smiled at him and said, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright." With that, he stood to his feet and climbed out of the fox hole. His sargeant stopped firing and stared at him in utter disbelief. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? GET BACK HERE! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

THUP! THUP! THUP! THUP! Enemy bullets violently ripped through Fred's flesh, and blood splattered his face and uniform. He smiled at the advancing enemy troops and slowly raised his rifle over his head. As a bullet slammed into his face and the back of his head disappeared, Fred fired one, glorious shot into the clouds.

"This just in! This morning, 10,000 enemy troops stormed the last remaining military post in the decimated state of California. Surprisingly, there was only one American casualty. Reports state that in the heat of battle, enemy soldiers simultaneously stopped fighting, laid their weapons on the ground and walked off the battlefield. The last enemy ship in the armada has just entered international waters and is headed home. It appears the war is over! I repeat, the war is over!"

"On a side note, military sources state that the surviving Marine sargeant stationed at the outpost, is being flown to a military hospital for psychiatric evaluation."


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