AC-130 Gunship: Iraq
Shifting right, then shifting left, the chains slapped metal.
Crashing the cabin as the giant crates held firm. A hum from hell filled the cabin as the pilots threw the plane into a nosedive.
My head was spinning as I prayed, I hate planes. She was long gone though, sick from the violence. The nurses on board helped her because I couldn’t, I wasn’t very brave.
The aircrew didn’t feel a thing. They were used to it, laughed at it. The newcomers, the A1Cs, the comm, and intel troops. The army and marines were sleep, unimpressed by the combat landing.
I’ll never forget his face. Plate vest, M4, side arm… he looked so relaxed. So at peace, so… bored. Damn the marines, I should have joined that branch. Always looking so damn smug, always having the best war stories.
He stared at my silly case. Inside, a tiny glock 19, locked up as if to protect the world from its wrath. Meanwhile, he had his full kit out, ready for battle if need be.
Iraq was a test in emasculation. Never strong enough, never brave enough, never tough enough, never tall enough. What a shame…
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
