Fragments Chapter 2 Page 1

Waves lap gently at the face of an unconscious man and he wakes up spitting out a mouthful of salt water. His clothes, some sort of military uniform, are so torn and heavily burned that it’s hard to believe the man wearing them is still in one piece.

His movements are slow and laboured as he climbs to his feet, brushing the sand away from his face and shaking his head to wake up from the enforced nap he just took. Suddenly he remembers how he got here and turns around to look out over the sea to his rear.

A great wall of thick black smoke and wildly burning flames fills the view in both directions along the surface of the water. His eyes and face sink in disbelieving sorrow and then his knees give way under him, dropping him down into a slump.