Caspian Hope – Written By Stephen Fahey. Part 57

Every step that night was like walking on fire, the sound of every footstep like a thunders betrayal of our presence. We could hear the patrols on and offshore long before they came, and the march seemed to last forever. Inside ourselves we all prayed for contact. It was what we were trained for. It was what we lived for. And there, creeping up the shore of the Caspian, it was all we could think about. Resting after a couple of hours I could see the look it my men’s eyes which I no doubt had in mine. It is a great thing to be unified in a life and death situation. It’s a feeling of incredible security in numbers and a blessing on the soul.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Sid.”

“Sir. I just wanna thank you, Sir. Whatever happens.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sid. It’s me that should be thanking you. All of you!”

“Sir,” Sid nodded.

“All you sons of bitches are damn fine men!” Tony added. “I won’t ever get to serve with such giants again. I know I won’t. I cherish this, as I have these last weeks. Thank you all, Gentlemen!”

“Here, here!” echoed L2.

There and then a silence fell, a communal and unspoken prayer which we all needed. I broke that silence and ordered us to move out.

To be continued…

© Stephen Fahey

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