Chapter 6: Traumatic Stress *incomplete*

SOVIET HELLSCAPE

Written and illustrated by the white devil

The horrors of combat and violence tend to stay with you forever. They stay in your mind forever and never leave. They dare to haunt your nightmares and daily life. Once you enter the shit, you'll never come back out.

The helicopter was quite cramped, fifteen airborne rangers tightly packed inside a flying machine. Like spam in a fucking can.
A strong pungent odor of sweat, blood, grime, and gunpowder filled the cabin. If it weren't for the strong current generated by the helicopter blades. I would have regurgitated what little sustenance the LRRP meal gave me.

I would doze off every now and then, ent-
ering small micro naps. Then a ranger would disrupt my little nap and lightly scold me. I wasn't new to long-range reconnaissance patrols, but I wasn't any- where near used to them. You will never get used to the stress of being completely isolated. inside one of the most dangerou- s locations on planet earth, with a highly trained and motivated enemy out hunting you.

A deep-seated dread had struck my heart like a boiling dagger striving to tear the or-gan apart. My stomach gnawed at itself, I haven't eaten anything in four days. Four fucking days I haven't eaten nor slept, I rarely consumed much water. Because we've been in constant door-to-door and guerilla warfare style combat.

Author's Note

Cancelled as of April 2022.