Copyright © 2008 Debbie Mumford
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
Cameron McClellan dropped to his knees instinctively shielding himself from the aftermath of a bomb blast in Iraq --half a world away from his Denver board room. A red haze of pain paralyzed his senses. The dry erase marker he'd been wielding at the white board dropped from nerveless fingers. His skull ached with the intensity of Kyle's anguished screams.
Shock and concern from startled colleagues registered in a diminishing corner of his mind, but the searing agony of Kyle's wound prevented Cameron from responding to their questions. Cameron's breathing mirrored Kyle's panting gasps. His arms and legs echoed Kyle's desperate attempt to drag his shattered body away from the fiery remains of the humvee, to shelter beneath the inadequate branches of a roadside shrub. Cameron's eyes closed with Kyle's, but he didn't see concern on friendly faces, blood-soaked dirt, hellfire and mind-numbing pain filled his brain as he followed his twin into oblivion.