posted on Sep, 1 2005 @ 05:31 AM
living in the depths of alaska, frank knew he had to have a weapon to protect him from bears like the one outside going though his dustbins. he
replaced the weapon under his bed.
as he rose grogidly, he caught sight of a photo on the mantlepiece, and all those terrible meriories came flooding back. the photo was of him and his
comrades in vietnam. frank was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, a condition got for his 'time'.
all the nightmares... the flashbacks... the fear and confusion... but frank was too proud to visit a doctor, to admit his problem. insead, he was
living agaist it in a widerness, with no human life around for miles.
the bear roared. "shut up!" he yelled. the bear visited his dustbins everyday. he swor to himself he would kill it one day... a preasure rose in his
stomach when he thought of its crisom blood on the white snow...
but he could not do it. the bear had become part of his life, and caused him not trouble; it had a right to live. he sat heavly down on his bed. the
flash back came back again.
"sir, the enemy are on the rigde" said the sergent. the hot viet sun beat down on the platoon and frank, a captain in the army.
"how do we know this?" said frank
"sir, the airforce have their spyplanes in this sector"
"ok. tell harris to contact the fly boys and blow it to kingdom come."
"sir, yes, sir!" the sergent saluted. frank saluted back.
frank shook his head. the flashback had left him drained. he stood up and walked to the frigde. opening it, he saw some carraboo steaks. he would have
them for dinner. he took one out, and put it under the grill. he then made a cup of coffee. sipping his coffee, his head cleared, and he began to
a rap at the door made him jump-he dropped the half empty coffee on the floor and paniced. he ran to the bedroom, and grabbing the shotgun and ran to
the hall. he aimed it at the door.
"open up captain!" said a southern voice "we know your in there!"
"do not move!" yelled a paniced frank "or i will fire!"
"captain, you dont want to do that" said the accent in a lazy tone, as if he had done this many times before. frank was breathing heavly. the
caraboo steak was burning-he could smell it.
the door opened. standing there was was 4 men in suits.
"captain, lock up and come with us"
"never" said frank. suddenly, a angry roar came and the bear attacked. the men pulled pistols, and shot the bear. its blood melted the snow as it
lay there, bleeding slowly. frank screamed and dropping his shotgun ran to the bear. he lifted its head and strooked it. the bear growled softly, as
if it appreacated frank being there. the bear died in ffranks arms, and frank cried softly, grieving the lose of his only freind. the men in suits
wow! i got a bit carried away here!