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WDKMMMS- Part 3The next morning Nishi awoke to see Joyuu, Kumo, and Yuki sitting around her. “What’s wrong with you guys?” She asked, sitting up and looking at their relieved yet somewhat worried faces.
“Joyuu told us about what happened last night. We’ve been up all night waiting for you wake up.” Kumo said.
“That’s sweet, but you really didn’t need to.” Nishi said, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Of course we did!” Yuki argued.
“Why don’t you two start packing up? I need to talk to Nishi alone.” Joyuu whispered to the other two girls. They nodded and went to pack. Joyuu turned to Nishi after making sure the others wouldn’t be able to hear them. “Listen Nishi, last night something happened to you, something I’ve never seen you do before.”
“What do you mean?” Nishi asked, confused by her friend. Joyuu explained to Nishi the events of the night before from the first time Nishi fain
WDKMMMS- Part 2Nishi wraped up her shoulder in a bandage and covered it with her sleeve. “There, now I won’t have to worry about Joyuu seeing that I’m injured….” She said, and began to look for Joyuu and Kumo. She heard them talking after about ten minutes and followed the sound of their voices.
“Welcome back.” Kumo said.
“You okay?” Joyuu asked.
“Yeah, fine.” She said. One ear lying against her head like it did when she lied.
“I said, you okay?”Joyuu repeated, poking Nishi on her injured shoulder.
“OW!! II mean…. Yeah.” Nishi said, rubbing her shoulder softly.
Kumo pulled down the sleeve enough to reveal the bandage that was stained by the blood that had come from the shoulder. “Wow Nishi-san, you’re a terrible liar.”
“Why did you lie Nishi?” Joyuu said, staring at the bandage.
“I didn’t want you to worry about me…….” Nishi said sadly.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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