- G I B S O N 'g i b b s' / Z I M Z O T L
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"I'm tired Gibbs" a soldier to his right mumbled, "I just wanna go home", then another voice heading towards the soldier "Tommy! Thought you were dead" another soldier said approaching the mumbling man, and that's how and only how Gibson knew his name and his supposed friends' name, he woke up on the sand hearing and knowing only that for the first 5 minutes, he only has small vague images of the war only enough to understand why he was here and what they had gone through but nothing more or less, but with each passing minute things became treacherous, the siren would go off every now and then when the planes came, the noise shook him to the core but the cargo of hell they curse down upon them shook the beach to it's bedrock. There was no where to run, no where to hide, there was one thing, and really only one. The sand. He quickly picks up on that how he's always holding a fistful or pocketful of sand even unintentionally always clenching onto it as if his life depended on it, at some points he doesn't understand why this is as there's always sand lodged in his mangled hands and salt dried hair, but there is a difference as a grain of sand is nothing to a pile of it, something so obsolete could save a life if there's enough of it.
The jets of death came, and the first bomb hit them badly, so many dead bodies and missing limbs, Gibbs ran over to see if there were any survivors, horrifyingly a mans face was embedded in another mans stomach, he looked at it disgusted and terrified at the same time assuming he was dead until he slowly staggered up appearing crazed, if he was able to remember, the glare in the walking dead man's eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life, but he didn't get the rest of it, suddenly he heard someone yell, but it wasn't loud enough to grab his attention, it's never loud enough when a massive explosive is falling right above you with your name on it, and right in that moment as it blasted into flames taking everything with it, Gibbs made a final yelp before he nearly died, or thought to have been.
(to be continued ..)
The jets of death came, and the first bomb hit them badly, so many dead bodies and missing limbs, Gibbs ran over to see if there were any survivors, horrifyingly a mans face was embedded in another mans stomach, he looked at it disgusted and terrified at the same time assuming he was dead until he slowly staggered up appearing crazed, if he was able to remember, the glare in the walking dead man's eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life, but he didn't get the rest of it, suddenly he heard someone yell, but it wasn't loud enough to grab his attention, it's never loud enough when a massive explosive is falling right above you with your name on it, and right in that moment as it blasted into flames taking everything with it, Gibbs made a final yelp before he nearly died, or thought to have been.
(to be continued ..)
