Reviving Life - Prologue

think i might try something here... I'm gonna post the prologue to the Orignal Story i had thoughts of creating, and still want to create. i've been in such a damper in writing any stories that i think i'll get an opioion, and maybe work on my writing skills cause i know i'm not the best, i get the past/present tenses mixed up a lot...
anyway

Prologue

Afghanistan, 2011

“Six more weeks and we head home.” a Staff Sargent named Sinclair commented as they loaded up the convoy in the early morning hours.

“Tell that to the Colonel.” another Sargent commented as she loaded in ammunition for the 50 cal, “He has us running missions until 2 weeks out.”

“You know that's so we can 'train' the coming unit.”

“A lot that did last time I was over here.” the female Sargent commented as she rolled her shoulders. “If I see the 36^th Engineer Brigade patch, it'll be too soon.”

“That seahorse one?” SSG Sinclair asked pointing to the combat patch she wore, and the female nodded. “What's wrong with them?”

“Oh nothing, back when I was with the 20^th, the 8^th was suppose to replace us, but the 8^th only sent one person per platoon to learn how to 'spot' the IEDs before they blew up on us, I don't know how they did after we left, I just know that the 510 Clearence Company was named Best Company in the Army for finding some 200 plus IEDs, and removing more then 100 of them without blowing up.”

“Could be worse.” SSG Sinclair joked as they were joined by other members of the patrol.

“How? This is the same Battalion that entered Afghanistan without proper training, no equipment, and only lost 13 people.” she commented as she put on her armor.

“Really? Now that's something.” Sinclair commented.

“Naw, here's something for ya, Sargent, me, a mechanic, being place up as Gunner.” the female said, her nametape reading Mothwing, “I thought females weren't suppose to be placed in situations like this.”

“You have a point.” he said as they loaded up.

The one day mission was to include the Battalion Commander, which meant the best of the best was to escort him to see what laid outside the wire while showing how well they could work. As the top notch Mechanic that the company could offer, she was elected to go on this mission. She soon found herself in the gunner seat of the Colonel's vehicle, which she personally tripled check to make sure it was in tip-top form.

As she sat up in the turret, she gazed out at the empty landscape, noting that it was a clear day as the sun rose, the mountains could be seen quite well. The slow journey to the city and back would be uneventful, as it normally was. During one stop, she mindlessly checked her M4, sending it through a quick system check and making sure it was clean. The radio crackled to life, saying that the way was clear, and they moved on.

On the return trip as the sun dipped into the sky, an explosion rocked the vehicle she was in. Faster then she could ever process, Mothwing had ducked under the turret and gripped the roof of the truck as it rocked dangerously.

“Fuck!” she vaguely heard the driver shout before the sound of shattered glass echoed around her. When everything calmed down, she could hear a firefight, and she was staring at the ground.

“Fuck...” she echoed before untangling herself from the harness and checking the other occupants. By chance, although unconscious, the Colonel was still alive, but he was the only one. With a hiss and growl, Mothwing shouldered her M4 and opened the Colonel's door, quickly scanning for secondaries before unhooking the Colonel and dragging him to safety. Going red, she charged her weapon and took aim, quickly striking down the ambushers with uncanny aim. After emptying the magazine, she moved to reload when another explosion shock the earth, a truck exploding and sending shrapnel flying.

The aftershock forced Mothwing off her feet, where she landed in the Colonel's lap. She could not see out her good eye, her left eye, as a large piece of shrapnel sat there. As she was about to move her right arm to pull out her Personal Locator Beacon, it felt lighter then normal. With a pained grunt, she moved her left arm and pulled it out, only to find it damaged beyond use. As darkness began to take hold of her, she made one last movement, reaching for the Colonel's Personal Locator Beacon, and setting it off.

“Least, you'll be safe, sir...” she said before darkness took hold of her, and her body fallen limp.

So let me know what'cha think, where i can improve, and maybe i'll post the first chapter in a few days/weeks, whichever.