Complete static. That is all I hear. It feels as if my world has come crashing down on me.
I am not losing a man today. I am not losing a squad, and most of all, I am not losing Caylee. So it is with absolute frustration that I sit in a few agonizing moments and frantically try to get hold of Lewis and the Marines that were with him. I call for another unit to give me an update.
"Matthew. Come in."
"Go ahead, Lieutenant."
"Status on Lewis and his team."
"They are under control now."
"And Caylee?"
"Taken a shot to the chest. But her stats is fine."
"Thank god! Get your asses back here."
"Affirmative Lieutenant."
"Roger. Over. Out."
With that, I sigh in relief, once again, I should not, but I know the boys are coming back home and that Caylee is still alive. Now, this is a different kind of relief that I feel. Perhaps not the one that I truly thought that I would.
