Here's my story. Short, but hey. I figured I would give writing a
least one try. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just love them!
This is about howling mad’s bad dreams, and him realizing
that he is not alone.
It’s two in the morning and I
can hear myself screaming. I had
another nightmare. I wish Face
or Hannibal were here. They
would help me get over these
dreams. It’s the same one every
time you know. The Viet Cong
are chasing that little boy. He
couldn’t be more then six or
seven. His short legs running,
stretching. He’s running for my
chopper. They fire the bullet
and it catches him in the back.
He doesn’t make it. There was
nothing I could do, but to see
someone die that young left a
major mental impression on me.
I never had much of a family,
my mother died when I was about
five. I never saw my father
much. It’s almost three. Maybe Face is awake. I pick up the
phone and dial. One ring, two
rings, he picks up. Hi Face.
“What ya doing Facey?” I can
tell I just woke him up. “Nothing
much Murdock. Have another
nightmare buddy?” Face always
knows when I’ve had a
nightmare. “Yeah, I had another
nightmare Face. I just wish
they would go away. I wish that they
would just leave me
alone.” “It’s all right Murdock. It’s
to be alright.” “ We’ve got a
mission tomorrow, so I’ll pick you
up.” “We can eat anywhere you
want to for breakfast and if you
have a nightmare tomorrow
night, B.A., Hannibal and I will be right there.”
I hear myself start to cry. I hear Face ask me what’s wrong. I
have to tell him the truth one day. The truth is that I couldn’t get through
one night of nightmares without them. My team.
“It’s all right Murdock. I promise.” “O.k. Face. See ya soon.” I
smile and find myself lying back down on the bed.
Billy crawls up beside me. I
feel my eyes close. Hi Billy boy, what you doing? I feel myself drifting off
into that nightmare filled dream world. Only now I know, I’m not alone.