It’s Never Really Over

by , under Fiction Prompts, Friday Fictioneers

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I was stop-lossed twice, so I did four tours.

The first time it wasn’t so bad coming home, since I knew it was temporary.

Midway through my second tour we started calling the enemy insurgents instead of soldiers.

They changed the game, making bombs out of TNT and old 105 shells.

IEDs could look like a paper bag on the road, a wire in the dirt or nothing at all.

Plus, there were always snipers

Now when I go on a walk around the neighborhood, it sometimes takes everything I have to not flinch or run screaming.

The terror never ends.

 

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