No place for miracles.
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"Fire!" The mortar sounded true and it shot through the sky with a resounding boom. An airplane fell from the skies and collided with a building not far off, scattering shrapnel and debris all over.
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No place for miracles.

by SerCoinrad

"Fire!"

The mortar sounded true and it shot through the sky with a resounding boom. An airplane fell from the skies and collided with a building not far off, scattering shrapnel and debris all over.

After the dust cleared, I saw a man trying to reattach his arm, thinking it would just stitch back.

The battlefield was death in every direction.

I look towards my men, eyes with fear as they clutched their guns tight. They all looked to me, with hope that we may survive this hell.

I held my cross necklace, nodded at my men, and kissed the cross, hoping so much for a miracle.

Luck was not at my side that day.

I did not even take one step before a blast took us off our feet. I fell with a thud, ears ringing and head shaking, I opened my eyes to see another set greeting me.

I flinched back, but the pain in my legs just stopped me. I looked and was horrified with what I'd seen. My left leg was stuck under a rock, crushed.

I breathed heavily and laid down my head, realizing my situation.

I was stuck. I was alone. My men are all dead, I'm to come soon after.

I just closed my eyes. I pictured my daughter just playing with her barbie dolls. I pictured my wife giving me that smile after giving birth to our son.

I pictured my boy as I saw him walk for the first time. I pictured all that, and never let go.

I just grabbed the cross at my necklace. Held it till my knuckles became white and felt it biting into my hand.

My heartbeat thundered and my breathing became quicker.

All the while... I just knew.

There are no miracles.

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