From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
Helicopter blades beat the air, chopping through his mind as mortars exploded and soldiers screamed.
A cold, moist nose nudged his hand, pulling him from his nightly rerun.
High above Grandad’s old truck, millions of stars danced through the sky, and he thanked each for seeing he made it home, alive.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer