Post by billy foster savage on Aug 5, 2013 15:37:05 GMT -8
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SAVAGE 27 | STRAIGHT | PERSONAL TRAINER | TOWNSFOLK | TODD LASANCE --- may 2005 billy heads over to his bunk, setting his weapon down beside it before laying himself down on the sorry excuse for a proper bed. he wasn't complaining really, he knew a bed was a bed anywhere you went but he was sure that when they created that phrase all those years ago - they didn't think you'd be in the middle of a warzone. afghanistan wasn't billy's cup of tea and whenever he laid his head down for a night of sleep, he silently prayed that the next day he'd wake up from this nightmare and be back home with his family. everyday however, his prayers were unanswered and he woke up in this hell hole and as of late always a friend or comrad short. as terrible as it was, billy knew for a fact that there was nowhere else he wanted to be other than here fighting for his country. war was in his blood, this is where he belonged. billy lets out a deep sigh as he pulls a pen from his pocket, while the other hand flips open his notebook to blank page. "savage, you in for a game of spades?" without a word, he lifts his book in the air for eli to see before focusing on the letter again. hey mom, i finally found the time to write you, things have been a bit hectic around here. i can't believe it's been two years of me being in the military already, it seems like just yesterday i was arriving at boot camp and getting my head shaved by some rusty razors. kidding. they weren't that rusty. how's everyone been since i last saw them? it's been what? three months or so? i don't know, the days here seem to run together it's ridiculous. i haven't been able to sleep much, someone is always shooting, shouting or a bomb is going off in the distance. jeff liked to say, 'just think of it as our own fourth of july every damn day'- he always saw the positive in everything. anyway, i'll be moving somewhere else in a few days - not sure where but i'm at the point where i don't care anymore. next time you write could you put stephanie's new address in it so that i can start writing her, please? my big bro senses are tingling and whenever i feel that way, she usually needs me for something. i wrote daniel a few days ago, tell him if he doesn't write me back then when i see him again - i'm gonna kick his ass. tell everyone that i love and miss them and i promise i'll call when i have the time. love your billy boy he tears the paper neatly out of his book, his blue eyes scanning his words once again absentmindlessly. he never told his family anything too serious, only telling them what they already knew from the news. he was never one for writing anyway, anything he had to say he liked to say it out loud. face to face. billy was never a coward, even when he was a young boy - he always stood up for what he believed in. he was a fighter. all at once memories of his adolescent life flashed before him, the one sticking however, was of the man he called his father. well, once called his father. he was dead now and had been for a few years all thanks to billy wanting to save his mother's life. his father was a drunk, not just a slur your words but a hey, i'm a neantherdal and all women will respect me or get a good knock around. ever since he could remember, his father spent countless nights screaming at the top of his lungs and tossing his mother around like a rag doll. he was fifteen when he pulled the trigger and sent his sorry excuse of father to the grave and he was fifteen when he swore to his mother that he would take care of her and his siblings till the day he died. he enlisted into the army his junior year and the day after he graduated he was off to fort knox in kentucky for bootcamp. while he was there he excelled at every task, rose to every challenge that was thrown his way and he did it all with a smile on his face and pride in his heart because he knew that he would be able to take care of his family. billy folds the paper into three sections before sliding it into an envelope that's already been marked for it's destination. a four year contract turned into eight years. the first four spent on tour in iraq where he lost his first best friend to an ied. jeff was someone he could always count on, now he wore his dog tags every single day. he was twenty three when he was asked to be part of black operations and without hesitation he accepted. billy closes the envelope as he makes his way over to the drop off box and after staring at it for a moment he lets it slip from his finger tips before walking away. --- janurary 2009 "danny i can see you but i can't hear shit..like..nothing. no, stop waving your hands i can see you i just can't...oh jesus." billy chuckles to himself as he waits for daniel to fix whatever problem he has. it had been about six months since he had to talked to anyone in his family and now here he was at base about to have a skype session with his baby brother. billy bob? can you hear me now? daniel waves once again before he lifts his hands and gives billy two thumbs up. daniel was a nerd. there was no way around it, he was a complete nerd and that probably made billy love him even more. daniel was his own person, he did what made him happy and billy made sure that he never made the other male feel like he needed to follow in his foot steps. billy went to the military and daniel went to film school where he wanted to become a big named director. "happy birthday baby bro! you're like what? 18 but trapped in a 10 year old body?" he jokes, causing daniel to give him the middle finger. their relationship was as playful as any sibling relationship should have been. they rarely fought with each other and if they did, billy normally apologized because it would usually be him who was acting like an ass. thanks but uhh...i don't really feel any different. i thought there would fireworks or..something. today feels like tuesday is suppose to feel.. danny shrugs as he brings his hand up to brush his hair out of his face. when you get back we're gonna throw a real party, so bring me something nice "of course not, once you hit a certain age...that warm, fuzzy feeling you get goes away and the only thing you think about is being one year closer to the grave." billy nods at his baby brother, he tilts his head to the side when he's told that they put the party on hold. "why? i mean, i get it but...i'm not sure when i'll be able to come home..." oh damn. there it was again, the disappointed look that he hated seeing his family give to him. shit. shit. shit. daniel was young when their father died, so he often looked to billy as his father figure and not having him there really hurt him. he never said it but he knew the truth, billy could see it in his eyes. we went to dinner but as far as throwing a bash, we want to...i want to do it when you're here. danny gives off a half smile which causes billy to return the gesture. if they want to wait for him then he'd just have to do everything in his power to not die and make it home to celebrate. when billy made promises he kept them, the only little problem with that was the fact that being at the governments disposal...nothing was definate. "i will see after this tour, how many days i have saved up and try to be there for you..." billy says before perking up a bit as he remembers what he wanted to talk to him about. before he can even get a word out, the screen begins to glitch causing his eyebrows to furrow and call out daniels name a few times before the screen goes black. signal lost. just as he was about to curse to the gods, a loud explosion ricochets through his ears and the shouts of his unit screaming rpg sends him on high alert. --- march 2012 alright boys, we'll be there in an hour so i suggest you use this time wisely. the sound of collective grunts enter billy's ears as he slouches in his seat with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him. an hour gave him a chance to write a letter to his sister, whether he'd finish it was completely up in the air since there was so much he wanted to talk about. namely, his son. while he was on leave a while back, he met a woman through a mutual friend. she was beautiful and at the time billy saw himself maybe having a relationship with her. there relationship went into overdrive pretty fast when he found out she was pregnant with his son, caleb, whom he adored more than anything. where most men would be happy to have a child carry on their name, billy worried about his son's safety. the last time he had talked to his sister she had said that caleb's mother wasn't doing to well. no she didn't suffer from illness, well unless the illness was stupidity - then yes, she had an illness. billy groans as he drags one of his hands down his face in annoyance. hey twerp, i told you that i'd write you, now whether or not when you write back if i get it is the real question. maybe it'll be like last year, i'll just randomly show up at your job and watch you lose your shit again. the last time i had heard you scream like that was when mom first brought you home, i use to think - damn, why won't she shut up? now not so much, now i just want to be home with you guys. how's johnny and isabel doing? the next time i'm home tell johnny that we'll continue our football training and he'll be a star one day for sure. i have no doubt about that. and as far as isabel goes...our latest tea party will commence and i'll sport the tiara and everything. talking about your kids just make me miss mine even more and i'm waiting for the day i can come back home and be with him. how is caleb doing? i want to thank you for helping out with him and keeping him safe when phoebe wouldn't. it's funny, i'm out here putting my life in danger everyday and that doesn't worry me as much as thinking about caleb. i should be focused on whats happening around me not back at home but..what can you do? like always i'm not sure if or when i will be able to write again but in case i don't, i've left all of my belongings to you. i know you're probably shaking your head and wondering what the hell i'm talking about so i'll clarify. i've left everything to caleb but until he's of age i've got your name all over it. i know that caleb would enjoy living with you and his cousins - he'd be real happy there. i wish i could end this letter on a lighter and happier note but i'm pressed for time. i love you, kid and i'll try to get back to you guys in one piece. i'll write again soon. with love, billy billy looks over the letter for a beat, his hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck before he places the book in his pocket again. he sits up and glances around the cargo plane, there's only seven men on board and even though it's a small amount - they play a huge part in the world. we're playin' scramble, you in? billy turns his head towards the three men sitting on the floor, a game in between them and a hopeful look in their eyes. he had been with this group of guys going on four years, some of them longer than that. he had been to the weddings, met the kids, seen some of them born and when they weren't home they were here fighting side by side. there would never be anyone he trusted more than his brothers in this plane right now, he knew he could trust them with his life. that went a long way in his book. "sure, i should warn you that i'm a scramble champ and if i have even the slightest question about a word - i'm challenging it!" sounds of groaning drown the plane and it sends billy into a low chuckle. now savage, this ain't gonna be like last time we played in afghan. you got a damn limit otherwise you're gonna challenge every damn word. billy's eyes sparkle with mischief, a sly grin on his lips as he shrugs his shoulders. "now now boys, don't be so sensitive.." --- august 2013 billy is on his way back home after a mission in mexico, he has some time off set up but with a job like his - nothing is certain. while he's here in brunswick, he'll return to his part time job as a personal trainer at the local gym and his full time job as a father to his son. BEHIND THE MASK ALEXA | 21 | CENTRAL | LAM | ...YEAH "Valor, glory, firmness, skill, generosity, steadiness in battle and ability to rule -- these constitute the duty of a soldier. They flow from his own nature." -- Bhagavad Gita |
