Forrest IV

ok i have decided where this is going now so in my free periods i'll try and get it done.

The blades clashed, the grating sound of steel on steel, and then the combatants drew apart. Both were shirtless their naked torsos dripping with sweat, minor cuts and slashes covered their bodies.
Forrest began to circle his opponent, his katana shining blue in the clear morning sun. This work out had freed his mind from the troubles of his normal life. He loved the life his wealth and status provided but he hated the intrigue and scandal that it brought with it. He wanted a simple life, free to do what he pleased without worrying about how people judged his actions.
To sell his life and buy somewhere outside the city a little estate in one of the new developments to the east; but the war made this impossible.
To the north men were dying and the council had deemed it his fault. They’d sent him a message that morning; he was to mobilize his personal guard to the front line and personally command them.
His trail of thought drifted, as he launched a new attack, a swift thrust, easily parried, but the riposte sent his blade to stop just touching his opponent’s throat. They bowed to each other and Forrest left to shower.

His stripped off, his sweat soaked leggings, grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed his tense muscles and stung the little cuts down his chest, and the gash on his left shoulder. He stepped from the shower feeling revitalized, and fresh. He walked to the bed room where his mood sank. At the foot of the bed, lay his bag – packed. His scabbarded Katana lay next to it, his pistol on the bed. Tears pricked at his eyes but he blinked them back, as he felt hands on his shoulders and lips on his neck. He drew her round and drew her close; he could see the sorrow in her eyes.
‘I’m coming back, I promise.’ He kissed her,’ I’m coming back and then we’re leaving all this. All the lies and politics, it’ll be just us.’ He forced a smile, and hoped he’d sounded convincing.
They spent the night together, a passionate night as both knew it could be their last…

The next morning he piled into the jeep with 5 others the rest of the men following later in an APC. He was going to war.