Healing the Hero by Elle E. Kay
War Scars and Wounded Hearts
Dan slammed his foot on the brake at the sound of mortar fire. His truck spun out of control on the snow-covered road before coming to a stop.
Missiles exploded in every direction. The pungent odor of burning flesh and gun powder turned his stomach.
He struggled to exit his vehicle and scanned the horizon for the enemy.
All he could see were colorful lights illuminating the night sky.
He sunk to his knees. Fireworks. It was fireworks. He’d almost lost touch with reality and retreated into the recesses of his mind where war still raged. Would he ever stop reliving it?
Lord, help.
The prayer drifted up before he could stop it.
He’d trusted the Lord to help, but God hadn’t prevented the bomb his men had been diffusing from exploding. His friends had died, and he’d been allowed to live.
Why?
It was the one question he couldn’t stop asking the Almighty even after he’d turned away from Him.
He climbed back into his truck and snatched up the photograph of his buddies that sat in his console. The men he should’ve protected with his own life were dead. Their families mourned them while he got to come home to his own family and to Ivy.
Ivy. He turned the key in the ignition and turned the truck back toward town. He needed answers and they wouldn’t wait until morning.
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