Snapping Threads

Part One

The bullets shot past his fragile skin as he dove into the man made ditch. The soft mud made impact with his face and Frank quickly pushed himself up into the crouching position.

He struggled to reload his gun, as his fingers were too numb to react and he growled in frustration when the ammo fell from his grasp and landed in the wet marshland in which he was sitting.

Finally he managed to complete the task, which came instinctively to him and his trained senses were back on the battle.

Cries of pain mixed horribly with the sounds of explosions and Frank had to briefly close his eyes to maintain the numbness in his mind.

Using his bruised elbows he moved up to the top of the trench and set his eyes on the target.

Bodies of both friends and enemies lay in the field, making it harder to spot the destination of his bullets.

Finally, the last thread that attached Frank to his emotions snapped, leaving behind the shell of a young Jersey boy who dreamed of going home.

His finger pulled on the trigger and didn’t even wince as he felt the vibrations shoot through his body, he felt no guilt as bodies fell, Frank felt nothing at all.