I Just want to go back to my Unit!
by
Mark Stise
“The sun is hot and its dry, kind what you would expect for Tatooine.” The solider began sitting on the couch rubbing his hands through this Mohawk style haircut. His blonde hair dyed black and his hair on both side were cut extremely short .The Barber had done a superb job of shaving off the hair on the soldier right side so he could proudly display the Republic standard. “We are on patrol; our column was heading throw the only stretch of pavement in the mountains.” The solider rubbed his hand over his face, this wasn’t something he liked remembering.
“What are you wearing?”
“Our uniforms of course, our ARMOR!” The solider began but was cut off again.
“What color is the armor?”
“White of course with blue on the shoulder bells and my hand guards!” The soldier explained getting more and more annoyed by the constant questions.
“Does it really make sense to wear white in a desert, Lee?”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT! THE NAME’S FLAGG, FLAGG!” He began screaming as he jumped up and looked at the medic sitting behind the desk. “Or you can call me by my CT number 07-6302” Flagg insisted.
“Isn’t that just the last six numbers of your social security?”
“STOP WITH THE CONFUSING QUESTIONS!! Just give me some Bactta and make the dreams go away.” Flagg grabbed his head in frustration “JUST MAKE IT STOP!!” he cried out grabbing the hair on top of his head, he hated this, the endless questions. The only thing this Medic would do was confused him and make him see things that aren’t there. Flagg turned and saw two clone troopers rush in; he instinctively grabbed the desk lamp to defend himself “STAY BACK!”
Corporal Wallace and Private Craig rushed in drawing their sidearm. “Drop it Marine!” Both MP’s (Military Police) glared at the marine sergeant standing opposing them. Wallace noticed the Captain behind the desk stood up and motioned with his hands for them to stand down.
“Paw Print!! What are you doing, we were batched together we’re brothers!” Flagg said seeing nothing but clone troopers and not his friend Thomas Wallace.
Captain Canter thought quickly he had to defuse the situation and fast. He looked at the Marine Sergeant. “Flagg look at me” but when his patient didn’t, he tried a different tack. “THAT AN ORDER CLONE TROOPER!”
“Sir yes sir!” Flagg dropped the lamp and snapped to attention and faced the Medic, once he did the two MP’s body slammed him to the ground. Flagg screamed out in pain as the young private placed his knee and the full weight of his body on the back of Flagg’s neck. “AAAHH got off me Shinie!” The clone felt his hand being grabbed and pulled behind his back. “NO, STOP PAW PRINT! What are you doing? Why are you putting me in binders?!” He pleaded with the solider who he thought was clone brother.
The two marines hoisted up the sick sergeant to his feet and looked at the psychiatrist behind the desk. “I’ll have him transferred to the Psych ward. Escort him there.” The Doctor looked at his sick patent “We’re going to get you some help Lee.”
“NO! NO!” Flagg tried to fight the MP’s holding him as he kicked and tried to escape. “I don’t want the dreams! I just want to go back to my unit!! I just want to go back to the front!! Captain Rex!! Help me!! I don’t want to be here! General Skywalker!” Flagged screamed and struggled to get free from his brothers.
Captain Canter sat back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh, then picked up the phone and hit the speed dial. “Jonathan its Mike, I’m sending one over to you now. A Sergeant Lee Cooper, he was the only survivor of that platoon convoy that was ambushed. The Marine’s been thru his thirteenth deployment and had definite P.T.S.D. coupled with extreme Survivors Guilt. So much so that he’s developing an alternate personality, he thinks he’s a Star Wars Clone Trooper.” The Captain became angry, “Well I suggest you get acquainted with it, because that’s the only way you are going to reach him.” The psychiatrist slammed the phone down on his desk.
