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“What time is it, mate?”
“Zero six thirty, on your feet. We have work to do.”
Dave sat up and twisted around on his bunk. Swinging his legs over the edge, he looked around the room. “This place stinks!” he thought, blinking and shaking his head. As he stretched, he glanced over at the window opposite. He smiled as he thought about the night it was smashed. One of the lads had found a ball in the mess and taken it back to the bunkhouse, a game of five-a-side football had started up, resulting in the window getting broken. He grimaced about the trouble they had gotten into over it. “What a night though!” he smiled to himself.
His eyes followed a sliver of light that had found its way through a split in the wood covering the window, showing the dust floating around the dorm. As it cut across the floor and over the top of his bunk, it lit up the picture he’d stuck to the wall above his pit, lighting up Poppy’s face. He kissed his finger and touched it. “I’ll be home soon, darling,” he smiled.
He pulled his desert combats out of his holdall and slid them on, retrieved his boots from the floor, checking first to make sure nothing had crawled in overnight before pulling them on. One of the other lads a few months prior hadn’t checked, getting up late he’d rushed to get to the mess before duty, putting his foot in he’d disturbed a scorpion and had ended up in the med-centre before being casevacked back to the U.K.
Standing, Dave stretched and touched the low ceiling with his fingertips and thought about the day ahead. Running his fingers through his hair, he yawned and roughly rubbed his face. He pulled out a T-shirt then plonked himself back down on the edge of the bed to tie his boots.
As he stood, someone just outside his dorm shouted. Dave froze, his head started buzzing, his body tensing instantly as he realised what was happening. He dropped to the floor and rolled towards the edge of the room. Putting his hands under his body, he closed his eyes, jamming his face into the skirting board for protection. A fraction of a second later there was a blinding flash of light, like the flash of a camera going off in his face, it was so intense, he actually thought he still had his eyes open. This was followed by a huge explosion that made his ears ring in pain. The heat making him flinch as it attacked his back. At the same time, the ground lifted everything up around him bringing the building down, pinning him to the floor. When everything had gone quiet, he tried to crawl his way out, but the weight increased on his body, crushing him! “Shit, it’s happening again,” he thought, as he struggled to get his breath. There was dust in his eyes and dirt in his ears. He could feel the grit on his teeth and taste the explosion every time he managed to swallow. He kept telling himself to stay calm and concentrate on breathing but felt the life being slowly pressed out of him. He lay for what seemed an eternity, listening to bits of the building settling. He could hear the other guys from the room moaning, crying, shouting for help. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone started gently shaking him. They kept saying his name, softly repeating it over and over again. “Dave, Dave.”
It sounded like Poppy. He jumped up with a start – his heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. His whole body was soaked in sweat and he was trembling. He sat scanning the room, there was no one there. The night light he’d started to leave on when he went to bed shone with a low, red glow making it look like a cheap whore house.
Rubbing his face with his hands, he took a deep breath. It had been another nightmare, the second this week. He got up, changed into something dry and went down to get a cup of tea. “Try to calm myself down a bit before going back to bed,” he thought. He was really making excuses not to go back to sleep. He looked at the clock, which showed 00:35. He couldn’t believe it, he had only been in bed for thirty minutes.
Down in the kitchen, as he was filling the kettle, a flash of light from the bottom of the garden caught his eye, but his head was starting to thump as a headache came on, so he put it down to his brain playing tricks on him.
Once he had his tea and a couple of paracetamol, he looked out the window again, but couldn’t see anything. He turned to go back upstairs, but as he looked at them he knew going back up to bed could bring the nightmare back. He needed to sleep though, his head was thumping, and laying down would help it go away. As he climbed back into his pit, he thought about Poppy and drifted off.
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