Shell Shocked and Confused (McMillan)

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan looked on as Colly went from glowing to depressed in one full sweep. "It's just that......well it's Wolfram, but you didn't hear that. You know how they are about that guy, any chance they get they want him dead, and it seems they want me to kill him." McMillan looked down as he was dreading this one, it just didn't seem right, it had seemed to easy to find him this time.

"I guess I could stay a few more minutes but then I have to get ready, this is gonna be a big one." McMillan stated as he swallowed hard. "But only happy stuff, let's forget about what I said until I have gone, no need to fill what could be our last meeting with sad stuff huh?" McMillan said with a fake smile as he walked back over to Colly and ruffled his hair a bit to lighten the mood.

[Stephen Colly]

"It's just that......well it's Wolfram, but you didn't hear that. You know how they are about that guy, any chance they get they want him dead, and it seems they want me to kill him."

”Wolfram…” Stephen said the name over and over again in his head, ”there was talk around the guys in France about that man.” Stephen muttered, dreading what they were talking about.

”And you’re going to go off into Germany or wherever and kill this guy?” Stephen said, glancing up at McMillan. He cold tell that McMillan was worried about what he was about to do. McMillan started to talk about trying to be happy not down in the dumps about what their present situation was. ”Don’t say that.” Stephen muttered as McMillan spoke about this being their last meeting.

”I don’t want to think about what might be.” Stephen saw that McMillan’s smile was fake and even the ruffle of the hair didn’t lighten his mood. ”You know something, if you die out there…” he stopped, ”Why do you have to go? Why can’t someone else?” he asked, his eyes suddenly glistening with tears as he looked up into McMillan’s face, he didn’t look like an 18 year old anymore, just a broken, young little boy that didn’t want to be here.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

He listened as Colly talked about it, and asked some questions. "That is the plan, he has been a thorn in the sides of the Allies for too long and they want him dead. I guess they figure that I know him more than most and can pull it off." McMillan stepped back and crossed his arms together and lowered his head. It was always a dreadful thing to have to see that German officer on the battlefield, McMillan was jut about sick of it.

Colly spoke of McMillan dying but never finished his thought, "No matter what happens, I'm always with you kid, like it or not, I'll be watching over you." McMillan said as he started to feel the tears begin to well up. "That's just the way the military works, someone with a heavier collar says 'jump', you ask 'how high', right?" McMillan knew that there was no way out of it short of breaking his own legs, but he also knew he would regret letting anyone else try and do the job and get themselves killed. "So is there anything I can do before I go?" ha asked, one last time.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen shrugged, ”Thanks.” he spoke softly and whipped the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes quickly. ”Could you get me a glass of water?” he asked McMillan as a nurse came near to check his stitching, he bit his lip hard as the nurse looked over the stitching on his chest and then down to his leg which was bandaged up.

”A few more days.” the nurse said, smiling down at Stephen and then going on to the next soldier in the bed next to Stephen. ”So, you’re going to be on the battlefield, fighting for your life and I’m going to be stuck here, bored out of my brain.” Stephen muttered glumly, the tears ebbing away as he knew there was no way that McMillan was going to stay.

A commotion was going on outside the window and Stephen looked up over McMillan’s head towards the goings on outside. A shape, like a horse was standing in the yard, its head hung low and people were around it, one with a gun. ”There’s a horse out there.” Stephen muttered, his eyes becoming dull again.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan just nodded as he walked over to the dresser in the middle of the room and grabbed the pitcher to pour Stephan a glass of water. He walked back over and handed it to him as the nurse came in. She said it would still be a bit longer and McMillan was almost glad to hear that, maybe Colly would be able to stick around for a bit longer this time before they sent him away again on some insane adventure. Better to be bored out of your brain than to loose it right?" it was a rhetorical question but he figured he might try to get one last smile out of Colly before he headed off. McMillan had the strangest feeling that he wouldn't see the boy again, but he had been in tough spots before so he just shook it off and tried to forget it.

Colly said there was a horse outside and McMillan mostly thought that it was the medication kicking in real nice like, but he turned to look none the less. Sure enough he was right, there really was a horse just outside the window. Colly's medication must not be strong enough then. McMillan laughed to himself. "Tell ya what, when I get back, we can go over to the stables and grab a pair of 'em, maybe a few friends too, and go hit some trails. Deal?" McMillan smiled as he stepped toward the overbearing door that would start him on his journey.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen took the water from McMillan smiling softly and took a sip; it was cool and refreshing which was nice as he felt suddenly hot. ”I suppose so.” he muttered, a light smile flickering across his face but it disappeared as soon as it had come. He heard a gun shot out of the window and a thump, closing his eyes…he knew the horse outside was dead but he didn’t want to see the dead body.

”That would be great.” he said as McMillan talked about going out on horses when he got back, the painful thought at the back of Stephen’s mind was that would McMillan come back? Stephen didn’t know and didn’t want to think about it.

He watched McMillan, knowing he was going to go soon and a wave of tiredness washed over him, the medication was kicking in. ”I feel tired.” Stephen said quietly as he lay his head back on his pillows and watched McMillan.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan jerked his head around as he heard the shot "What the..." he almost blew a gasket. He turned back to Colly "Sleep well buddy, I'll see you soon, just not soon enough." McMillan said as he smiled and stepped out of the room. He stormed out of the hospital and about tore the door from it's hinges and cut around the corner rather quickly.

McMillan could see the carcass of the dead animal and the man holding the smoking gun. He walked right up to him and threw his papers into the dirt so hard they didn't even have the chance to flutter. "You must be the smartest kid with Down Syndrome. Who in their right mind stands right outside of a hospital, full of men that have been wounded in combat AND SHOOTS A HORSE!?!?!?" McMillan spat at the young buck Sergeant, who tried to reply but the quiver in his lip took all the time he had to defend himself. "I don't know who the heck that thought this was a good idea and told you to do it, but do you even have a lick of common sense?" McMillan was almost foaming at the mouth, he had wished this guy had done it around back if it was inevitably going to happen, McMillan would have laid him out cold and left him there, without his weapon.

"But I....but I..." the Sergeant tried to reply to McMillan but was having difficulty.

"SHUT UP!!!!! I don't give a rip about what you have to say. Take your boot laces out, rig up a harness and drag this dead horse out toward the range area and bury it. I'll be back here in a few days, so help me god if it hasn't been done!" McMillan could feel the veins in his head and neck bulging, he ripped his papers from the earth and stormed away. After about twenty meters he stopped and turned to check. One boot was already unlaced and the other was on it's way.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen heard McMillan’s voice outside, the man was shouting at someone or somebody who had shot the horse, he had never heard McMillan this angry as he did that day. Raising his head, he saw McMillan disappear from the window view.
It could be the last time he saw McMillan, Stephen was sad; he didn’t want to lose McMillan. It really could be the last time they saw each other.

Stephen lent back on his pillows, and closed his eyes, hearing the shouts from outside and gave a small laugh for some reason, he glanced over at the photo of Joey and sighed, he was too tired to think about anything of interest.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

I know I was in it but I figured I would just go ahead, if anyone feels this to be wrong, feel free to let me know.

The following CP has been issued:

McMillan - 7CP

Colly - 7CP