trembling as he tasted the first salty tears o n his lips. "I’m so sorry Dan ... We all loved them. But you must be strong, somewhere out there is a little girl waiting for her dad to come and get her . They both need you, and they need you to be strong… They need their Paratrooper..!"
Danny sniffed again and wiped his face. "I suppose your right, yeah, she does need me to be strong." He said . "I'll just get a few of the things I need, then we can go."
He wandered aimlessly around the flat his body still trembled as he tried not to look at anything to do with his wife or kids. But it was hard, he never wanted to come back to this place again there were just too many memories, he had to get out forever.
"Come on mate... Let’s go."
"When I w ant to go, I’ll go." He snapped the anger nev er far from the surface.
For a split second their eyes met. The message was pure and simple, Harry had seen it before in Northern Ireland on the faces of the woman who spat on patrolling soldiers and the children who stoned them. It was hatred, pure and simple hatred.
"Sorry, I don’t kn ow what’s happening to me." Danny said and picked his combat boots up. "It’s just that I’m scared. I have this strange feeling in my gut, it’ s beyond anger and revenge? I t’s far worse than that.... It's a compulsion to find him, hunt him down! All I want is two minutes with him, not just to see him die but I want make him suffer before I kill him.”
With one last sweeping look he turned and left taking with him the type of memories no one could ever destroy.
***
27
BlindFire
CHAPTER 4
"I don’t know what to do! How am I supp osed to deal with all this?” Danny asked. “I want to go and find her but where the hell do I start looking?”
Harry took a sip from a can of lager and shrugged. "I honestly couldn’t tell you because I don’t know. What do you think Claudia would want you to do?" Harry had tried to put himself in his friends shoes, they didn't fit. He couldn’t even begin to imagine losing half of his own family.
The two men sat shivering on white plastic garden chairs on a high balcony in the Belm district of Os nabruck . Each drank from a can of lager and several more empties lay scattered around them on the floor
"They were all I had, her and the kids..! I can’t do this without her.”
"I don't want to hear you talk like that, don't you dare go doing anything stupid. Tommy and Sahra will be home soon and they will need you. You’re alive for a reason and don’t forget it." Great, thought Harry, now its suicide. "All that hate is just bursting to get out. Don't use it against yourself, you have to channel it in some other direction." He took another sip. "You know my old man?"
"Actually no, not really! "
“Well.... When he was in the war, fighting in the trenches, men falling all around him and he was the last one left.”
“Yeah....”
“He could hear a load of jerry’s coming over the top. Bayonettes fixed screaming some war cry. There was nothing left for him to do but die like an Englishman.”
“So what happened?”
“He pulls out a bottle of whisky and downs the lot in a
Danny sniffed again and wiped his face. "I suppose your right, yeah, she does need me to be strong." He said . "I'll just get a few of the things I need, then we can go."
He wandered aimlessly around the flat his body still trembled as he tried not to look at anything to do with his wife or kids. But it was hard, he never wanted to come back to this place again there were just too many memories, he had to get out forever.
"Come on mate... Let’s go."
"When I w ant to go, I’ll go." He snapped the anger nev er far from the surface.
For a split second their eyes met. The message was pure and simple, Harry had seen it before in Northern Ireland on the faces of the woman who spat on patrolling soldiers and the children who stoned them. It was hatred, pure and simple hatred.
"Sorry, I don’t kn ow what’s happening to me." Danny said and picked his combat boots up. "It’s just that I’m scared. I have this strange feeling in my gut, it’ s beyond anger and revenge? I t’s far worse than that.... It's a compulsion to find him, hunt him down! All I want is two minutes with him, not just to see him die but I want make him suffer before I kill him.”
With one last sweeping look he turned and left taking with him the type of memories no one could ever destroy.
***
27
BlindFire
CHAPTER 4
"I don’t know what to do! How am I supp osed to deal with all this?” Danny asked. “I want to go and find her but where the hell do I start looking?”
Harry took a sip from a can of lager and shrugged. "I honestly couldn’t tell you because I don’t know. What do you think Claudia would want you to do?" Harry had tried to put himself in his friends shoes, they didn't fit. He couldn’t even begin to imagine losing half of his own family.
The two men sat shivering on white plastic garden chairs on a high balcony in the Belm district of Os nabruck . Each drank from a can of lager and several more empties lay scattered around them on the floor
"They were all I had, her and the kids..! I can’t do this without her.”
"I don't want to hear you talk like that, don't you dare go doing anything stupid. Tommy and Sahra will be home soon and they will need you. You’re alive for a reason and don’t forget it." Great, thought Harry, now its suicide. "All that hate is just bursting to get out. Don't use it against yourself, you have to channel it in some other direction." He took another sip. "You know my old man?"
"Actually no, not really! "
“Well.... When he was in the war, fighting in the trenches, men falling all around him and he was the last one left.”
“Yeah....”
“He could hear a load of jerry’s coming over the top. Bayonettes fixed screaming some war cry. There was nothing left for him to do but die like an Englishman.”
“So what happened?”
“He pulls out a bottle of whisky and downs the lot in a
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