Following My Orders

"So there I was, in the thorns of a bush, waiting for the perfect moment. I has to stay still, which was dreadful. I was right next to that bridge too, I was so nervous I'd mess up. The plan was to bomb the bridge to a ruin, but not until the first truck has passed.

I was spilling in fear, running into problem I wish I'd bathe better for. 'What if I sweat off my camo paint,' I kept asking myself. They'll see me for sure, the last thing I plan is sending waves and waves of pleads on why they should let me live. My family is mostly all, but I had a few more excuses just incase.

My thoughts are interrupted by the hum of camouflage Humvee's driving my way in a line, rather quick too. There's no way I'm not hidden. I crawl back a foot or two, waiting for the convoy to get closer. The first one passes, okay, this is it. I cover my mouth, so scared I think they'll hear me breathe. The first truck is about halfway across the bridge. I hover my thumb on the trigger to the detonation switch with trembling hands. Here I go.. 'Three... Two...'"

"Then what happened Papa? Did they see you?"

"No, my boy. it was a scary place, but I made it out alright."