Unsaturated Love

  I heard someone calling my name softly. I turned towards the tiny little voice and saw him bleeding, lying on one of the medic table full of blood stains. No one had to tell me what had happened to him for as a soldier in the middle of the second world war, I knew well enough what it was like a step on a land mine, and it was cruel.

  There would never be a left leg for him ever again. neither nor the essence of life. A "nothing was there" for his lower left body, skin burnt heavily as it turned coal black. Some of his hair was gone, an eye already blinded and the other was on its way. Hus name is Lee, the one I love more than everything and myself.

  He was born in Texas twenty years ago in a little wodden home where a happy little family inhabited. he was born with the love for his country and the passion for people. He inherited his father's blue eyes and brown hair but his mother's flappy ears and narrow face. He went staright away to military school right after his high school and was granted the rank 'Private" two years later.

  I was not as passionate as he was. I was only a medical officer in the army just because I failed to get into the local medical university. My father suggested joining the army as a medical officer since I love taking care of the wounded. The one thing I was no aware of was that I actually had to go to the front line and sometimes join the mission which took a long journey where medical emergency was required.

  Our first encounter was a mission to recover soldiers from a  failed paradrop on a bad windy day. All of them were blown very far apart and some right into the enemy's base. We became good friends during the mission while the seed of love grew secretly beneath the depths of our heart. Despite the rules of the army, homosexuality is strictly forbidden. But it couldn't stop us from drowning into the sea of forbidden realms. The fire starts that night where the wind blew so deadly and the heavy down pour wouldn't stop. We hugged each other through the shivering night and revealed the thoughts within our hearts. With fear and uncertainties, we are one since then.

  I went through all our precious and unforgettable memories together when I was sitting beside his bed, watching him gasping for the last few breath of air his half gone body was allowed to. Tears poured down from both my eyes and his. We both knew this might be the last scene God has plotted for our insanity love. In the army, where infections crawled like the walking dead, one would be gone just within a couple of days, full of pain and suffering.

  I looked at him sadly with my already reddish eyes and whispered my last few words of love for him wholeheartedly. I turned my gaze away from him and stand up. Trying to ran away from whatever was waiting for us just there, I left. i couldn't stand by watching him drifting away from me second by second.

  Loving someone is never wrong, boy or girl, girl or boy, as long as we love, it will bear as much fruit as those in Canaan. I knew it well enough. I always believe that. I love him, more than everything including myself. I do not regret, never.