Here it is; only a small part but I want voice suggestions.
(Crimson Wing is a short novel I am writing based on the military group I have here; Crimson Wing)
The cold air burnt my lungs. Not to help that I was starved, dehydrated, and in serious need of medical attention.
It almost made me want to return. I looked back, but I could no longer see the building, only a bloody trail left in the snow. Thinking about the trail made my arm hurt even more than it did before.
I was 20 miles away from where I came from. I decided to keep trudging through the newly blood-stained snow. I’d rather die further from the base than closer to it.
I wanted revenge. On him. That blind man who ruined my life.
Revenge.