(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>lets not count them years ,end o' the war mostly<br/>Location - the Valley<br/>Tagging<br/><br/><br/><strong>Don’like ‘em ‘nades and snipers sarge, they are ruttin’ everywhere.”</strong><br/><br/>“Come on Bab’s ma Baby gal, ya are crazy Babs that can git through anything.”<br/><br/><strong>“They gonna come right Suh, and don’t call me ruttin Baby gal.”<br/></strong><br/><br/>“They will be here Sweetcheeks, soon enough… we just need some stuff…not long now just a few more days, I promise, I swear..’ I’ll do scran when yah get back just need you to get them boys out…”<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Right so yer gonna kill me if the ruttin’ purple bellies don’t, and kill them I am carryin’back</strong><br/><br/>“Darling Baby just do it, they need you to get through,”<br/><br/><strong>Der’t’t give me there is no one else.”</strong><br/><br/>Babs please..<br/><br/><strong>Rut ya with the big eyes. Last clip…?</strong><br/><br/>Last two Babs we can spare, and a few more knives. Take care…and remember…<br/><br/><br/><em>What are your legs? <br/> Springs. Steel springs. <br/>What are they going to do? <br/>Hurl me though the grime<br/>How fast can you run? <br/>As fast as a leopard. <br/>How fast are you going to run? <br/>As fast as a leopard! <br/>Then let's see you do it!</em><br/><br/>She closed her eyes then and centred herself not even asking for cover fire, after giving herself some camouflage from the earth breathing slowly Babs kissed a charm about her neck and was off. It was like she had some in built radar but the screams still shrieked in her mind. There were deaths here after all it was war but some deaths were good and some …well they were just so slow and obscene and they all gathered with the cacophony of the gunfire and explosions. That was a choir that no one should ever hear whoever they were.<br/><br/><br/>With her nostrils flared and ears perked almost animal like the girl waited and shook here head, the stench was worse than any farm, it was worse than rotten, death and smoke hung in the air. Crawling under a few corpses Babs grabbed another knife and some rations, thieving from the dead was what they had all come too. Still it was scran for a little longer.<br/><br/>Once it seemed safe, well safe for a warzone the girl was off again, she knew she was getting closer.  There was a cry to her left and it was not in her head it was there, it was real…never leave a man behind…..never …well the night was just getting better, Babs ducked from more sniper fire, sometimes one didn’t know which side was usin’ what. Friendly fire was not that unusual, specially when yeah had them that were real scared.<br/><br/>She moved to the sound and found a lad not much older than herself. He was bloody and scared so she breathed deeply and tried to be calm it was obvious that he would have to be carried on the camp she was taking the message too. They might be able to help him but as it was he could not crawl.<br/>So through the mud, the disease and the dead Babs with her cargo moved and dodged bullets, she spoke quietly to the man on her back, or rather the boy, trying her best to keep him awake. He told her about the lass that he had back home and his town, even as she felt his life slipping. He just needed to stay awake…<br/><br/>Yes of course this boy slowed her down but sure as hell even after he stopped talking she would not leave him to rot. Not here, a promise had been made that she, Babette would do her best to get this lad home or at least a message to his gal an his mam.<br/><br/><em>My heart has joined the millions my brother stopped running today.</em><br/><br/>He was dead by the time she got to the camp, but Babs had tried dammit, and at least he had a name… still there were other snow that need her to work her ‘magic’ as they called it. After delivering the messages from her own cell and anything they have received she set off to where the prisoners were needing help. As always the slip of a girl was running on her lonesome. None even mentioned the scrapes and wounds she had received. That was her way…<br/><br/>This was going to be far more dangerous, thus her mind needed to be calm, she focused once more and set off.  She was gone and the only petals she could leave was bloody ones.<br/><br/>Willy McBride would be remembered at least in her mind and soul.<br/><br/>Yes she was ruttin' crazy<br/><br/><em> More to follow[i/]<br/></em>