Once asleep(which took me a while by the way), I was plagued with nightmares that made my mentality even worse. I was back in enemy territory, but this time instead of Major Sims it was Ty that was standing next to me. Ty that got shot. Ty, my best friend, with his brown hair and brown eyes and well tanned skin. Ty who could make you laugh even when it is the saddest moment ever. Happy, sympathetic Ty that lay dying next to me. With his last breath he yelled, “Wake up!”

I woke up to find myself drenched in sweat. I pondered the nightmare trying to remember what was real. Ty, I thought. In a panic, I ran through the safe house looking for Ty. About to give up, I found him in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

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“Umm… Making breakfast?” Ty responded.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I wanted to let you sleep since you went through a lot yesterday.”

When he said that, all the anger I had towards him evaporated. “Um… Thanks, Ty.”

I wanted to say more, but then I heard it. A bomb had just been dropped about fifty miles out. We both ran to the window just as the missile hit the ground. There was a blinding light and a massive “BOOM!” The explosion shook the whole house. As Ty dragged me to the floor, snow caked the windows. Above us, we heard the bomber fly away.

It was about forty-five minutes before we agreed the coast was clear. I was still pretty shaken, but I got up anyway and helped Ty up. Then he asked the question that was on both our minds, “What do you think they were aiming for?”

“The only thing that they would care enough about to destroy,” I replied. “A safe house.”