Cummings, Kaiden Hunter [finished]

Kaiden is an average girl. Or at least she tries to make it seem that way. When she was sixteen she moved to Newport to escape her dad who was abusive. She originally came from Charleston, Oregon, which is a really small town on the coast. When she moved to Newport Beach she moved in with her grandmother. As time went on with Kaiden staying with her grandmother her grandmother started to forget things really easily, so now Kaiden is her primary caregiver. Because of Kaiden’s past she’s often very jumpy, and does have PTSD issues. Kaiden learned about her PTSD when her grandmother dropped something and Kaiden froze, unsure of what to do with her-self.
While staying in Newport Beach Kaiden met her best friend, Zeke, who she often does everything with. He’s her rock in everything. Kaiden enjoys spending time with Zeke, and she does every chance she gets. Kaiden also enjoys doing things such as horseback riding. Kaiden tries to get good grades in school, which she is usually a straight A student. She really doesn’t allow things to knock her down too long, or she tries to seem that way.
Being that Kaiden is often tied down with having to help with her grandmother, Kaiden often has to skip school. But she still finds time to do things like homework and class work. After graduating high school, Kaiden has hopes of moving on to a career as a medical assistant, or a nurse. She really does want to eventually become a doctor, but she knows that with her grandmother in the condition that she is becoming a doctor is a long time off. Kaiden is very dedicated to her grandmother and will do anything she can to help make sure that she stays safe. Kaiden wants to eventually become a neurologist and find a cure for Dementia.

When Kaiden was three years old she and her mom were in a car accident and they got hit by a drunk driver. While Kaiden’s mom died in the car crash, Kaiden survived with only minor injuries. Since the car accident Kaiden’s dad has always blamed her for the death of her mother. Kaiden’s grandmother had always offered her dad to take in Kaiden, and Kaiden always wanted to stay with her dad. No matter how many times he’d hit her, or scream at her, she knew that that was her daddy, and she loved him. When Kaiden turned fifteen she ran away from her dad’s house and found her way to her grandmothers.
By the time Kaiden turned sixteen her grandmother legally adopted her. Kaiden’s grandmother is relatively well off in the fact that they are comfortable with the money that they receive from the retirement fund. Kaiden’s grandmother came down with Dementia when Kaiden turned seventeen, and she has been on a downhill spiral really fast since. Kaiden spends most of her spare time taking care of her grandmother. But she does spend time with her best friend every chance she gets.
Kaiden met her friend Zeke when she was sixteen years old. The two seemed to have hit it off as friends quickly, and they are really close. Kaiden tends to turn to Zeke whenever she needs someone to turn to. Kaiden is often known for being with Zeke, and going almost everywhere with him. She is always asking him to come over when she’s bored, or just needs a shoulder.
Since Kaiden was eight she found an outlet in music. She found her mother’s tenor saxophone and was hooked ever since. When she played the old saxophone it made her feel close to her mother. Which was why she decided to pick it up. Kaiden is often confused about things, why was it that her mother died when she lived? Why was it her dad blamed something on her that wasn’t her fault? Kaiden often feels like there is more to her mother’s death than what she knows. But she wants to find out what.
There has been several times where Kaiden was at risk of going to the Psychiatric Hospital in Newport, but somehow she managed to keep herself to the point of steering people away from sending her there. She had heard rumours about the place, and she is afraid to go there. Even though Kaiden can be on a scale mentally wise because of her past, she tends to be fairly even tempered.

I can’t think of a single reason why I should have re-enlisted in the Army, but I can think of many reasons as to why I shouldn’t. The Army is hard for a reason, and then when you’re a medic its that much harder. If the Army was supposed to be easy then everyone would do it. They always need more people that know what they’re doing to save lives.

I love being a soldier, and I loved helping people out in Afghanistan. Afghanistan took me into its grasps and held me tightly. It took a part of me and a part of my sanity that I needed to find. I just hope my family can understand why I had to go back. I wouldn’t trade my experience in the Army for anything.


George slammed down the phone when he heard the loud speakers yell for all medics to report to the parade deck. Instantly George knew that something was up. It had to be something bad if they were needing all medics. George was one of the first out on the deck, and he stood at attention waiting to be briefed by the Senior Commander. He felt his body shaking slightly, either from nerves, or from the talk with April. He wished he was able to talk more with her, but he was glad that he heard her voice that day.

“We had an IED go off in Khost, and there’s no communication available right now. We do know that there are injuries, but communications failed before we could find out to what extent. I am going to ask that O’Malley goes, and he picks the team. We have a medic-vac coming in, and I want to see the rest of you prepping for the wounded.”

Everyone nodded, and soon George had a team of six together. These were the six people he trusted the most, and he knew could handle something of the extent. He went with them on countless rescues, and he hoped that this one would be no different. He and the other medics hurried through grabbing the supplies and loaded it up on to the med-vac. They rushed into the helicopter, and he felt it take off. He was scared to think about what could happen, but he knew that he had to put himself in the game. He had to play the game well.

George felt the helicopter take off, and fly from their base camp into the small town. He could feel that something this time was different, he could feel it in his bones, and it scared him, but he kept his face straight. After what seemed to take forever George felt the helicopter start to land and he stood up and ran with the group to the wounded. He sighed in relief when he realized that there wasn’t as many people as everyone thought. The patient was still critical, but it wasn’t as many people. He thought that there’d be more.

As they were carrying out the patient George felt his heart racing. Something wasn’t right. He could tell that there was something wrong. But he wasn’t wanting his nerves to off set his team as they rushed the injured soldier to the Med-vac. That’s when he heard the gun shots start, and saw people running towards them. “Ambush,” he heard someone yell. George knew that he and his crew were going to have to hurry since they didn’t have a safe place to set down the wounded man. “Run,” he yelled encouraging his team to run towards the med-vac, but also into danger. He knew there wasn’t enough time to go to find cover so they had to do this.

As the doors shut George felt himself breath a little easier as they got up into the air, and were able to start stabilizing the patient. “We need to start an IV,” George said, grabbing an IV kit. He was working on getting it in when he felt a hit on the plane. “Shit,” the pilot started to yell, “We’re hit, we’re hit, hang on.” He felt the plane starting to spin, and the pilot managed to get control for the time being. “I don’t know much longer I can keep it under control,” the pilot said, obviously nervous. “Guys start getting on the parachutes,” George instructed, as alarms started to go off from the engines failing. It was obvious that people were going to have to start jumping. George didn’t plan on jumping until he was sure that his team was safely off of the med-vac. Before he knew it he was helping people evacuate, and soon it was just him and the pilot.

George looked at the pilot of the helicopter as it started to go down. “Sargent O’Malley, if you believe in something, now would be the time to pray,” he said, as he gave up on trying to fight control of the helicopter. There was one last parachute left, George had already gotten the others off safely, and he had made sure that the wounded soldier made it off as well. “Go,” George said, thrusting the pack at him. He wasn’t thinking about himself, he was thinking about his crew, the people who he was trusted with. He had to make sure that they made it home to their families.

The pilot looked like he was about to fight George on jumping, so George strapped the parachute on to the man, and he pushed him out of the plane. He was wanting to make sure that they all went home to their families. He knew that a lot of them were all what their wives had. As the helicopter got closer to the ground George found himself thinking about April and praying.

“Please, God, keep her and the baby safe.” he whispered as he heard the signals that he knew meant that the helicopter was crashing, so he did what he thought was best for him to go home alive, and he took in a deep breath before jumping off of the plane, he had to do his best to go home to them.

George felt his heart race as he jumped off of the plane. He hoped that if the fall was going to kill him it’d be quick and painless. He hoped April would also forgive him for his actions, and know that he did truly love her. George closed his eyes and he felt his life flash before them. He knew that this was either his best chance at surviving, or a quick death. As he jumped out of the rapidly falling helicopter he grabbed a tarp that was coming undone from one of the boxes. He hoped it could provide some sort of parachute to make the fall less harsh on his body.

The man felt the air tug on the ropes of the crude parachute and didn’t care that it hurt his hands. He knew that it was the best chance he had. As the wind from the fall jerked the rope harder it slipped out of his grip, and George knew that he was going to end up getting seriously hurt. He closed his eyes and felt his body hit the ground. The fall dazed him, and he screamed out loud in pain, knowing that several bones had broken to say the least.

He looked at his arm, which the bone was sticking out of, along with his leg, and he crawled the best he could so he could find some sort of cover. He grabbed his rifle and sighed. He had to find a way out of this, despite the amount of pain he was in. George laid back, knowing that he had to stay away, and then he saw the helicopter start to come down. As it crashed pieces of metal, dirt and rocks came flying at him. Something hit him in his head, and he lost consciousness.

A few hours after the helicopter went down the rest of the crew was rescued by a rescue team, but everyone had the same questions, was George alive? Where was he? And how the fuck where they going to get him home. George’s commander kept on trying to beacon the aircraft, to find out where it landed at, but it was destroyed. All they had to go on was where the men were found at.

George’s Squad leader sighed, and he looked at the crew. “For now we have to deem O’Malley MIA. We also have to look at the possibility of him being KIA as well. I will get started on informing the family.” He said, and went to sit down at his desk, trying to figure out how to do that.

The search for George went on for a couple of days, and George kept on trying to keep awake. He was often loosing the battle to stay awake as the time went on, and he could feel his body getting weaker. He didn’t have much to eat, only the stuff that he’d put on him MRE wise. He didn’t even really pack that many on himself.

The soldiers looking for him were starting to loose hope on finding him alive, and they were preparing themselves to know that one of their comrades had most likely passed away. While searching the ground with some of the dogs someone found something, and they noticed ashes, from some sort of fire. They decided to look in that general area and found a set of dog tags. The soldier got excited and decided to radio in that he found something. Soon over half of George’s squad was looking in the area for him.

“O’Malley, I found O’Malley!” One of the men shouted. “Hey we got you, brother,” he said, rolling George onto his back. He grabbed his hand and held it. “April…. tell her I love her…..” George managed to say, before passing out from his injuries. He’d managed to stay away long enough, and now that he knew he was in safe hands he was finally able to submit to his injuries. The soldier who had him was worried. He started to pat George on the cheek, “Come on O’Malley stay with me. You’re going to make it home to April, and see your kid. Come on George.” He pleaded. “Get him to the base immediately,” One of the men yelled.

After many hours of surgery, George was stable enough to get sent to Germany where they could do more for him. The doctors were trying to work with a brain injury he had. George was also in medically induced coma. He woke up after a few days of being in Germany and he looked around.

“Sargent O’Malley, you are in the hospital in Germany. You were in a plane crash in Afghanistan, and you’ve been in a medically induced coma for the past three days.” The doctor said to him. George had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Where’s my wife at?” He asked, feeling like there was some trick played on him. “I am sorry?” the doctor asked, knowing that George wasn’t married. “Where’s my wife at? Where’s my fucking wife at? Where’s Callie at?” He asked.

Chey; PST; God, six? years; just this one