He felt the impact before he heard or saw it, felt the IED rumble and explode.
CRACK.
Sawyer sat up in his bed, an anguished wail escaping his lungs. He felt sick, his chest tight. His body hot, his arms cold, covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf.
Blinking into the early morning Louisiana light, he rose and went to the window.
CRACK.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as the sound came again. Drawing back the curtain, he peered outside. Only 20 feet away, Walker was stripped to the waist, chopping wood.
No doubt it was Walker’s way of paying Sawyer back for bringing up Walker’s fiancée the previous evening.
Letting the curtain drop, Sawyer walked back over to sink down on his bed, burying his face in his hands.
What a way to start the day, he thought to himself.
Sawyer had bette
