Enemy
It was a lazy Sunday morning, Varidman woke up at 5 am as usual. He slid from the bed carefully and made sure that he didn’t wake her up. He took a moment and watched her sleep; calm and peaceful. With a smile on his face, he started his day. While sipping his coffee, he scrolled through his mobile screen. His eyes got caught on the news about the terrorist attack in the border. He knew there were tensions in the border, this time 37 killed in suicide bombing. Anger and sadness mounted up. He thoughts were interrupted by a call, “Mr. Varidman, you have to resume your duty immediately”, the voice on the other side commanded. Varidman is one of the most efficient pilots in the country. He bid good byes to his newly wedded wife who stood with tears in her eyes and smile on her face. Rubble and dirt, smell of the chemical explosives, blurred vision and deafened ears, Varidman was tied to the parachute, he could barely walk. His jet was shot down. It was getting dark, he limped to f
