A hero's Christmas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story following an injured soldior at Christmas.

It was almost Christmas, shops were stocked, and Christmas songs were playing on the radio and in shops/malls. The weather was bitter cold, everyone cozying up in their long thick coats, scales, gloves and hats. Or sitting in their 'heating' warmed homes, trying to avoid not going out, to get 'frost bite' or even catches a cold.

Wishing she could catch a cold or frost bite and joining in on the Christmas celebrations which start off with the shopping. But Joe was unable, as he was stuck in hospital has he had to learn to walk again, with his prosthetic leg has he had lost it in the Afghan war, in an explosion. Although he had good friends and family who were visiting regular and doing everything to try and make him feel 'Christmassy', he just wanted this to be at another time.

He felt that he had not been able to spend any time with family or friends or go to the pub like anyone else his age. He had been in Afghanistan on tour for the last 6 months he was close to coming home for a break, before the accident. Then for the last 6 weeks he had been transferred to 3 different hospitals and now he is expected to stay in at least another month or so, unless he fails to walk correctly using his new leg.

He had noticed this would take him into the New Year. He did not fancy spending Christmas day or New year's eve in hospital, but hospital staff have agreed to letting family in for dinner on Christmas day, and was not obliged to eat hospital food, they are encouraged to bring in their own food and they will decorate his room so it would be like he were home.

Joe agreed reluctantly, but it brought a little smile to his depressed face. Now he would not be alone and he could pull crackers, eat his mom's best turkey roast with all the trimmings and pig out on his favorite pudding, apple pie and custard. He had been borrowed a portable cd player so he could play some festive songs and help get in the mood.

The big day arrived, and Joe's depression grew deeper thinking he had no one watching open his pressies and he could not watch the rest open what he had brought them. But it was soon time for the family to arrive. Greetings were passed, and he had kissed and cuddled them. Staff had let them use the hall as long as they were not too noisy that disturbed the other patients.

Dinner was delicious, it just tasted how he had remembered it, as it had been and it lingered in his mouth as if he had repeatedly eaten it, which he gladly could of. The hours had passed and his family had to leave. Now he was alone again.

He cried himself to sleep, 'Mommmmmmmmmm, come back!' He screamed this numerous times before he conked out. Although this was quite strange as he had not done this the whole time he was here.

 


Submitted: September 27, 2011

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