The snow was coming down hard when I left the hospital. The radio weatherman had said that storm totals were to exceed 12 inches and winds were to top 35 miles per hour. I could hardly see the road and I crept along at speeds my Grandmother would have called slow. I was in a daze and trying to make sense of the things that had just transpired. I don't remember how I ended up there but soon I was pulling into the drive that used to be my grandparents. The buildings were being torn down and the property was being turned into a subdivision.
Through the blinding snow I could make out the excavators and the bulldozers lined up like soldiers. Waiting for Monday and the chance to finish their demolition. As I pulled up to the wire which was strung across the drive I killed the engine. The snow was even more intense then before and I could barely make out the outline of the barn roof through it. I knew what I had to do. My mind screamed at me to get in the Jeep and just drive away and forget. Forget like I had for so many years already. But I knew deep inside me that those memories would haunt me till the day I died. How many nights did I want to wake up screaming because I had just seen a creature wrap it's hand around Jack's face and drag him through a hole the size of a basketball. I had read the journal while in the hospital and I was begining to understand the whole thing.
As I walked through the blowing and drifting snow towards the barn I could envision the barrels falling from the planes as they flew over the hill top. Upon impact the barrels burst and Hell was unleashed. They had found a way to use pure evil against their enemies. The screaming they had heard and the way the bodies were strewn about. I knew that is what had happened. A nightmare unleashed in an already nightmarish landscape. Only a handful of Marines had the courage to stand up to what is truly right and hide the remaining barrels. Until now that is. Until Jack. Now I had to end it forever.
I entered the bottom of the barn and stood in the middle of the now empty floor. The old dirt was gone replaced by concrete. Now I finally knew why. After a minute had passed I could feel a vibration in the floor. As it increased I could hear the whup whup of the propeller shaft again, like so many years before. It was calling me. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I was Jack now and I had to reap. I zeroed in on the humming. Strange enough it was coming from the same area my Father had buried that woodchuck long ago. In my hands I clutched a sledge hammer. A worker had left it propped against the dozer in a hurry to leave for the weekend I presumed. More then likeley it was fate that had left it there for me to find.
I raised it high above my head and slammed it into the concrete. A dull thud sounded and concrete chips flew into my face. Again and again I smashed the hammer into the concrete. The more I smashed the louder the humming became.
I wiped the sweat from my face and pulled the last piece of concrete out of the way. It had taken over an hour to break through the concrete and I was drained. I dropped to my knees and wiped the dirt away revealing a cold hard steel surface. The third barrel. The one that held what was left of Jack's soul. I knew he was trapped in there. I had to let him out. I had to let them all out. I would die but they would as well.
As I swung the hammer one last time I whispered to grandad. I promise.