by john harrison
He was late. He had gotten up early and excited, but it had been a long time since he had put all the brass and ribbons and other stuff on his dress green Army uniform. He had forgotten how long it took to put it all on, and even where some of it went. When Tom Kincaid finally finished dressing, he pulled in his stomach, took a quick, happy, look at himself in the mirror and went out. His wife, already encased in her housecoat, met him at their front door.
“I don’t know why you want to dress up in that old uniform. It doesn’t even fit anymore Tom. I think that you should want to forget. Everyone else has.” she said.
“You know we need the money from the Guard, Emily, and I can get back in to flying.”
He looked down at her.
“Well if you like flying so much why did you leave the Army in the first place? No you just had to throw away a perfectly good career.”
“I may get a shot with an airline, if I can get some more flying time. If not that, then maybe I can get into that new helicopter rescue unit for the shock trauma center at the college hospital. I’d like that Emily.” Tom said.
He looked at her, but she was looking away. . .
This is just a short preview of my short story “Wounded In Action”. Sometimes you can tell the truth better in fiction. The link below takes you to the rest of this short story. It is only available on Amazon in Kindle. What you have read so far is the lead up to a story about how the effects of war continue long after you leave. This is only a sample, just the first part of the Kindle short story “Wounded In Action”. If you have enjoyed this preview and want to find out what happens next, you may read the rest at: