Every time I close my eyes, I see everything. Every single time, I hear everything, just like it was happening all over again. The dust surrounding me, the constant gun shots, people screaming, buildings blowing to pieces, and then everything just seems to be muted and a tremendous pain twists in my chest.
And then I wake up in the same hospital I've been in for four weeks, the same recovery ward, with people just like me; soldiers. Soldiers of the United States Army that have been severely wounded in combat. There's only one thing that makes me different from all these men, and every man on my team and all the men enlisted as an infantryman; I'm not a man. My name is Sergeant Gianna Adele, and I've been in the army on active duty for almost 8 years, until four weeks ago when I was shot in combat in a war I didn't know the reason for except for my country.
I don't let loose, I don't lose control, and I never let my guard down. Until I met him.
Published: 10/05/2011 - Updated:10/31/2011