missbrightside
love will tear us apart
Later he will think back on these moments, retread the memories until they are worn and going yellow around the edges, scouring for a single clue, a sign that they could have used to know what was coming. One will never come to mind. It was supposed to be a simple trip, there and back, part of a motor convoy but really that was all precaution, as they understood it. It was a breath of fresh air, quite literally, a chance to let down their guard a little without a superior barking orders or bullets trimming their ear hairs.
The first mine went off and then the soldiers, waiting out of sight along the road ran towards the convoy and began to fire. Shock doesn't stick well to the smooth metal soldiers are made of, and within seconds they were returning fire at the Germans. Kip doesn't actually remember this. In his mind it goes something like this: Grimmings, driving the jeep and joking around. A sound like the ground splitting in two and then coming back together, like a thunderstorms on earth, ground shaking in reverbs. Grimmings on the ground with a bullet hole in neck, Kip trying to stop it, stop the bleeding, what do I do help someone please help how do I save him, panicking, not recognizing a lost cause. Kip never sees what's too broken to fix, now his comrades know it as well his mother does, at six it's a toy, eleven it's a baby rabbit, sixteen his family, eighteen himself, nineteen fingers shoved deep into a wound to try to limit damage that's already been done once again, maybe for the last time this time because explosion again and then Kip is hit with a piece of shrapnel.
Sometime soon after, Kip loses consciousness. They tell him they find him holding onto Grimmings with everything he has. They assume it's because Kip didn't want him to be left behind; it might be more accurate to say that Kip didn't want to be left behind, though he never corrects them.
He only regains consciousness once before the shrapnel has been extracted from his hip. It's on the way to the hospital, and the men try to keep him awake by making him talk.
Yes, his is name is Julius Kipling.
Yes, he remembers being hit.
Yes, he knows he's fighting in the second world war, the last war. The war that will end everything.
This is the end of the world, he thinks before blacking out.
The first mine went off and then the soldiers, waiting out of sight along the road ran towards the convoy and began to fire. Shock doesn't stick well to the smooth metal soldiers are made of, and within seconds they were returning fire at the Germans. Kip doesn't actually remember this. In his mind it goes something like this: Grimmings, driving the jeep and joking around. A sound like the ground splitting in two and then coming back together, like a thunderstorms on earth, ground shaking in reverbs. Grimmings on the ground with a bullet hole in neck, Kip trying to stop it, stop the bleeding, what do I do help someone please help how do I save him, panicking, not recognizing a lost cause. Kip never sees what's too broken to fix, now his comrades know it as well his mother does, at six it's a toy, eleven it's a baby rabbit, sixteen his family, eighteen himself, nineteen fingers shoved deep into a wound to try to limit damage that's already been done once again, maybe for the last time this time because explosion again and then Kip is hit with a piece of shrapnel.
Sometime soon after, Kip loses consciousness. They tell him they find him holding onto Grimmings with everything he has. They assume it's because Kip didn't want him to be left behind; it might be more accurate to say that Kip didn't want to be left behind, though he never corrects them.
He only regains consciousness once before the shrapnel has been extracted from his hip. It's on the way to the hospital, and the men try to keep him awake by making him talk.
Yes, his is name is Julius Kipling.
Yes, he remembers being hit.
Yes, he knows he's fighting in the second world war, the last war. The war that will end everything.
This is the end of the world, he thinks before blacking out.
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