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The Strain
We attended my dad's retirement ceremony a week later. I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't glad that he was back home from Bosnia. His Army career spanned for 30 long years seeing the world in a way hardly anyone would ever know. The majority of those years were spent in the National Gaurd to be more specific. There was a time in his career when he was active duty during the Vietnam war when he was drafted. Dad never talked about any of his service (not that I was expecting him to), but all the metals on his chest tended to do the talking. His Gaurd unit awarded him a plaque for all his years of service. Mom and I stood beside him in front of his battalion as he was ready to give his final remarks to his unit before changing command. I think I saw a tear in my dad's eye when he said his final goodbyes to the Army.
By BlackInkSociety5 years ago in Horror
The Strain
Every night as I lay in silence in my bed I can hear the forest whispering my name. A place my friends and I called a second home when we were teens growing up in the farm town of Credemore. A place that is now tainted with guilt and sorrow. It's a place that makes me nauseous when thinking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it. My friends names were Elana and Jake. I was like an extension of thier family. When I sat alone at lunch they were always there, when I was trapped in the prison of my quiet room they always called and had some adventure to embark on, and now they're gone.
By BlackInkSociety5 years ago in Horror
