A Marine Wife's Story (my First Story!)
Captain_Sparky
Join Date: 2004-07-25 Member: 30126Members
Join Date: 2004-07-25 Member: 30126Members
<div class="IPBDescription">NS fictional story</div> <span style='color:red'>TSA TRANSMISSION LOG 256.678 SUTHERLAND , L</span> <!--emo&::tsa::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tsa.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tsa.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I saw fear in my husband's eyes for the first time.
He usually sends me pictures, handwritten letters and tokens of his missions in deep space. I love his hand written letters as they are now unheard-of in this day and age, but they were one of the main ways of communication from the 18 century. His missions would last for weeks, sometimes even months. The longer he was gone, and the more I missed him and yearned to hold him close, his letters and video transmissions became all the more sentimental for me. I have all of his letters, pictures and video transmissions from the past year.
Ian is a strong, proud marine. His posture is straighter than an arrow. At his height, 6'0, he can be very intimidating. I couldn't have asked for more.
Ian had been gone for about two weeks now. He was called away by the TSA for duty on a mining station on the planet Nephlite, far from the outer rings of our solar system. I could never sleep the night before he left, the fear and uncertainty would overwhelm me. I feared that it would be the last time I would ever see his light blue eyes, his warm smile and feel his soft touch ever again. As I watched him sleep I thought about all the things he must see and feel. I tried to image what it would be like to pick up a weapon to fight for our very existence.
I once asked Ian to described these creatures to me, these aliens. "There is a smell to them Lavinia. It's acidic. The very hint of this foul odour almost always made me wretch and gag. Some of the new guys would vomit all over themselves during the set up and command staging procedures." he described.
I had been finishing up with my usual work routine when I received Ian's latest recorded video transmission. My excitement turned to dread. He looked like hell. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he had heavy bandages over the left side of face.
"Hi baby. I don't have a lot of time left, so I thought that I would send you this." His voice was deep and serious. But he was smiling, trying to hide his exhaustion.
"Things are very rough out here. The boys are somewhat uneasy and it's not helping moral. Last night one of the guys was attacked while on guard. He was a mess. No, it wasn't Ferrell if you were wondering. He's getting some shut eye for the first time in three days." Ian sighed and pointed to his bandages. "Don't worry about this honey. It smarts but I am being well taken care of by the field medic."
I knew he had lost some facial tissue from something called a 'vomit bomb' or a 'bile bomb'. I have overheard him talking about it sometime before, saying it was a deadly organic weapon from the xenoforms. Tears began to streak down my face. I ran my fingers over the picture of him on the screen. He would need extensive surgery to replace the damaged tissue.
"I was informed today that our replacement platoon is not arriving until another three days, so we are trying to secure things here until then, so I can't come home yet." Ian said and then paused. "I'm sorry."
I began to cry softly. Something was wrong. I could feel it, I could sense it. I looked directly into his eyes and that's when I saw it. Fear. He was in hell, and there was nothing I could do to get him out.
"Looks like our vacation plans are on hold. By the time you get this, we will have complete control over the mining station. Until then, put a hold on things." he smiled again.
He was lying. My husband never lies to me. His whole demeanor was different.
Ian was not coming home.
"Listen,..." Ian continued. " I want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you, from the first moment I saw you." His bottom lip was beginning to tremble. "I can't stop thinking about you. I'm tired baby, so I need to go and try to get some sleep before our next phase evolution. Just remember that I love you."
That was the last transmission I got from him before the TSA sent me his half melted dog-tags.
I love my husband.
Yesterday I handed in my application for marine training.
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I saw fear in my husband's eyes for the first time.
He usually sends me pictures, handwritten letters and tokens of his missions in deep space. I love his hand written letters as they are now unheard-of in this day and age, but they were one of the main ways of communication from the 18 century. His missions would last for weeks, sometimes even months. The longer he was gone, and the more I missed him and yearned to hold him close, his letters and video transmissions became all the more sentimental for me. I have all of his letters, pictures and video transmissions from the past year.
Ian is a strong, proud marine. His posture is straighter than an arrow. At his height, 6'0, he can be very intimidating. I couldn't have asked for more.
Ian had been gone for about two weeks now. He was called away by the TSA for duty on a mining station on the planet Nephlite, far from the outer rings of our solar system. I could never sleep the night before he left, the fear and uncertainty would overwhelm me. I feared that it would be the last time I would ever see his light blue eyes, his warm smile and feel his soft touch ever again. As I watched him sleep I thought about all the things he must see and feel. I tried to image what it would be like to pick up a weapon to fight for our very existence.
I once asked Ian to described these creatures to me, these aliens. "There is a smell to them Lavinia. It's acidic. The very hint of this foul odour almost always made me wretch and gag. Some of the new guys would vomit all over themselves during the set up and command staging procedures." he described.
I had been finishing up with my usual work routine when I received Ian's latest recorded video transmission. My excitement turned to dread. He looked like hell. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he had heavy bandages over the left side of face.
"Hi baby. I don't have a lot of time left, so I thought that I would send you this." His voice was deep and serious. But he was smiling, trying to hide his exhaustion.
"Things are very rough out here. The boys are somewhat uneasy and it's not helping moral. Last night one of the guys was attacked while on guard. He was a mess. No, it wasn't Ferrell if you were wondering. He's getting some shut eye for the first time in three days." Ian sighed and pointed to his bandages. "Don't worry about this honey. It smarts but I am being well taken care of by the field medic."
I knew he had lost some facial tissue from something called a 'vomit bomb' or a 'bile bomb'. I have overheard him talking about it sometime before, saying it was a deadly organic weapon from the xenoforms. Tears began to streak down my face. I ran my fingers over the picture of him on the screen. He would need extensive surgery to replace the damaged tissue.
"I was informed today that our replacement platoon is not arriving until another three days, so we are trying to secure things here until then, so I can't come home yet." Ian said and then paused. "I'm sorry."
I began to cry softly. Something was wrong. I could feel it, I could sense it. I looked directly into his eyes and that's when I saw it. Fear. He was in hell, and there was nothing I could do to get him out.
"Looks like our vacation plans are on hold. By the time you get this, we will have complete control over the mining station. Until then, put a hold on things." he smiled again.
He was lying. My husband never lies to me. His whole demeanor was different.
Ian was not coming home.
"Listen,..." Ian continued. " I want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you, from the first moment I saw you." His bottom lip was beginning to tremble. "I can't stop thinking about you. I'm tired baby, so I need to go and try to get some sleep before our next phase evolution. Just remember that I love you."
That was the last transmission I got from him before the TSA sent me his half melted dog-tags.
I love my husband.
Yesterday I handed in my application for marine training.
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Comments
Very nice story on the humanity side of war. I like very much! Now commanders read this and think some more about the lives your are wasting on your stupidity. *poke*
PS: wouldn't it make more sense if it was an acid rocket instead of a bile bomb?
Thanks again! I'll try to write something else soon.
Conflict conditioning make us think of us-vs-them but we often forget the enemy has family too. I can make you into an devil-in-disguise being and justify my murdering of you easier than I can accept that we are not so different.