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The Broken Soldier: Secrets of a Broken Marine

What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? Clayton Jackson dedicated his life to serving his country. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at the young age of eighteen, he never imagined following any other path. However, fate had other plans for him as a life-altering accident during his last deployment left him disabled and forces him to return home. Hiding in the small town he grew up in, Clayton tries to keep his secret from his loved ones at all costs. One day while seeking refuge from his troubled mind, his path crosses with Isabella Jones. Their connection is instantaneous as if the universe conspired to bring them together. Isabella, a mysterious and enigmatic woman, is haunted by the demons from her own past. As their relationship quickly blossoms, the unspoken truths between them threaten to tear them apart. When Clayton is presented with the opportunity to rejoin the Marine Corps, Isabella is faced with a decision: whether to accompany him or remain behind. Caught in this web of secrets and lies, they try to navigate their love through the murky waters, desperately hoping to find solace in each other's arms. But will love be enough to conquer the shadows that lingered in their hearts? Or would the truth ultimately be their undoing?

Tatum_Whispers · Urban
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124 Chs

The Past Comes Back Knocking

...Isabella POV…

Now I am going to officially say that this day is just getting worse. Not only have Clayton had to risk his life to save me, but now he has gone and gotten hurt. Up until now, there was no pain reflected in his eyes, but the moment I mentioned it, I can see the fear settle over his face.

"Clayton, come with me; I need to have you checked out."

I look over to Clark and Galland; they are the closet by, the rest of the Marines have gone to secure the camp and its surroundings.

 "Can someone please help me carry him?"

"Isabella, no! It is fine; I can walk."

"Clayton, it is not! Look at all that blood. It is a wonder that you have not passed out."

"Please, I can walk; if I pass out, then you can get someone to carry me."