Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Only two more to go.
The car screams down the driveway. I keep shooting so that they can’t pull their weapons.
They get away.
Thank God.
I run around to the outside back of the barn and I check my ammunition.
Six bullets.
Two men.
I close my eyes. I can’t miss.
I grip my gun in my hand as I hear them approaching.
My heart is pounding so fucking hard.
Bridget. I need to get home to Bridget.
I pant as I try to catch my breath.
With renewed determination, I grip my gun.
Nobody is going to stop me getting home to her.
Not today, motherfuckers.
Not ever.
I spin my body around, appearing out of nowhere to fire a spray of bullets at the enemy.
Both men down.
I pant, desperately trying to catch my breath, and I fall to the ground in relief.
“He then walked twenty-two kilometres alone until he made it back to camp,” The President continues and I am brought back to the present moment.
I have no idea what he’s been saying.
“Congratulations, son. You are the army’s finest.” He puts the medal on the blue ribbon around my neck and shakes my hand with a broad smile on his face. The crowds cheer.
I turn to see Bridget laughing, clapping, and crying with pride, and I smile.
A medal is just a medal.
But her love is my lifeline.