WABOGOSI~ Dynamics of the throne

~CHAPTER 1 ~ Honorable discharge

 The United Nations aircraft touched down at the SSK international airport, the military cars were already there waiting for them.

They boarded the vehicles and were immediately transported to SSKB, they'd come a long way.

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He limped along the red carpet that had been laid down for the kings to walk on, soldiers from all ranks were standing as proud spectators who were all cheering, clapping, and hyping them up. Wabogosi smiled, the feeling was kind of nice, the stench of pride lingering in the air was so intense, after all, as they described it, they had just walked out of hell alive.

But a part of him bled in pain at the pouring thought of the predestine inevitable fate lying ahead for him.

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"Gentlemen, on behalf of the country and this uniform, we salute you," the offices stood at ease and saluted the group of men who sat on specially designated chairs.

They deserved the salutation from their fellow Brigadier.

Another soldier walked into the room and whispered something into the ear of Brigadier, Wabogosi notice his expression change, he stole a side glance at the officer sitting down with a crutch beside him.

He gave the cadet a single nod.

"Sergeant King, report to Lieutenant Cornel Kenneth after this, he'd like to see you."

Wabogosi could almost feel the blood rush up to his ears.

Coming here in the first place was never his choice, he didn't like the idea but over time he grew tolerant and eventually loved the job.

Now when he might lose it, the feeling wasn't nice at all.

He felt the intense looks of pity from his colleagues, he hated it.

The pity.

The stares.

They only made him feel worse.

"Well," Obakeng's voice boomed across the room, he's always been a loudmouth.

He was in the same group of men who'd been recruited along with Wabogosi and he also happened to be a person Wabogosi saw as a tolerable version of a friend.

"Bottoms up boys, let's get wasted," he chipped as he lightly slapped Wabogosi's shoulder, he wanted to lessen the tension and divert the attention from him.

Wabogosi nodded at him, they all got up to leave for the bar while he remained seated there.

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AT THE BAR

"Cheers," they clicked glasses together in cheers, drinking the night away.

Michaela noticed Obakeng sitting alone by the bar, sipping on the beer in his hand. She tapped his shoulder lightly, he smiled at her but he could already feel his logic and consciousness running low.

He was on his 4th bottle.

"didn't they give you alcohol in Iraq?"

They both chuckled and drank in silence for a while.

" I don't know what happened out there but I know he was an honorable man, an honorable soldier who did a very brave thing, he saved lives."

Obakeng nodded silently, almost absentmindedly, and sipped on his beer.

His thoughts drifted to a week ago, back in Iraq.

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"Commander, 4 cars, loaded, coming east. Armed," said a voice behind a radio.