* Sir Winston Churchill *
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite
Monday, August 29, 2005
Bullets started to fly at us like bees flying towards the aggressors. Shocked to see the huge amount of Vietcongs open fire at us. We were like their firing target boards. Finally, accepting the reality and not wanting to be a lucrative targets, we hide behind the trees. Bullets wheezed past us, missing by millicentimetres. Bark started to fly around too, when the bullets hit them. 105mm of artillery started to fall from the sky and exploded around us. The front of my pants started to get wet, rifle pointing to the sky, body shaking uncontrollably, looking to the leader for help. He was busy looking over his shoulder and asked for help. 'THUD!' A bullet hit him and he dropped dead.
We need backups, we need the god damn backups. The bullets seem to thin, they must have thought that we are dead. I slowly prone down to the ground and crawl to reach for the radio. Finally reaching it and started to call for help. A major answered the call and promised for a backups to arrived in 5 minutes. He wanted us to stay alive by then to witnessed the carnage of the Vietcongs. We need cover, I signalled to my platoons mates to throw some smoke grenades for cover. They were all shaking like they were in North Pole. I threw all my smoke greandes and took some from the dead leader.
The bullets indeed thin out. I quickly crawl over to my platoon mates. I tried my very best to calm them down and said we need to hold on for 5 minutes and backups shall arrive. There was only about 30 of us left out of the 70 men platoon. They indeed calm down and I saw that the smoke was starting to disperse and they are starting to move closer. I quickly gave a terse suggestions that we should maintain a thick smoke screen. They agreed with me and started to threw some smoke grenades. I looked and said it would be a good idea to attack them too. I took my frag grenades and threw over where my mind thought they would be.
Not caring whether it was lucrative, I started to spray bullets at the thick smoke. Taking my lead, they started to spray bullets as well. Obviously the Vietcongs had recovered from the sudden counter attacks as the return fire from them were concentrated, more concentrated then before. Planes could be heard coming from our back. Is it friends or foes. It would revealed in moments. The smoke started to thin just as the plane flew by overhead.
Explosions could be seen at the front, where the Vietcongs are. Then at the back, the whole platoon of the Americans are coming towards us. It was axiomatic that the Vietcongs are going to get a hard kick straight up their copulating ass. The commander gave the 30 of us a terse command to join them and attack. With the memories of platoon friends in mind, we started to get the courage never felt. And another feeling, liking of the war could be felt as well! Shouting a short war cry, we started to attack. The Vietcongs ran everywhere, making them open targets for us. One by one, they started to fall. By killing this whole bunch of Vietcongs, we would have killed three quarters of their troops.
Planes started dropping bombs and not long after, there was nothing left in front of us. Smell of burnt metals and rubbers and roasted flesh filled our nose. Some got nauseous and started to vomit. The war should be over now. The Vietcongs were crippled, having to send the majority of their troops over. Helping fellow platoon mates, we began to move back to base. With the war at the back of our head, I suddenly noticed the scenic view of the jungle. Everything was so peaceful. Only a matter of time and I would be back to my homeland, where peace prevailed.
The End
We need backups, we need the god damn backups. The bullets seem to thin, they must have thought that we are dead. I slowly prone down to the ground and crawl to reach for the radio. Finally reaching it and started to call for help. A major answered the call and promised for a backups to arrived in 5 minutes. He wanted us to stay alive by then to witnessed the carnage of the Vietcongs. We need cover, I signalled to my platoons mates to throw some smoke grenades for cover. They were all shaking like they were in North Pole. I threw all my smoke greandes and took some from the dead leader.
The bullets indeed thin out. I quickly crawl over to my platoon mates. I tried my very best to calm them down and said we need to hold on for 5 minutes and backups shall arrive. There was only about 30 of us left out of the 70 men platoon. They indeed calm down and I saw that the smoke was starting to disperse and they are starting to move closer. I quickly gave a terse suggestions that we should maintain a thick smoke screen. They agreed with me and started to threw some smoke grenades. I looked and said it would be a good idea to attack them too. I took my frag grenades and threw over where my mind thought they would be.
Not caring whether it was lucrative, I started to spray bullets at the thick smoke. Taking my lead, they started to spray bullets as well. Obviously the Vietcongs had recovered from the sudden counter attacks as the return fire from them were concentrated, more concentrated then before. Planes could be heard coming from our back. Is it friends or foes. It would revealed in moments. The smoke started to thin just as the plane flew by overhead.
Explosions could be seen at the front, where the Vietcongs are. Then at the back, the whole platoon of the Americans are coming towards us. It was axiomatic that the Vietcongs are going to get a hard kick straight up their copulating ass. The commander gave the 30 of us a terse command to join them and attack. With the memories of platoon friends in mind, we started to get the courage never felt. And another feeling, liking of the war could be felt as well! Shouting a short war cry, we started to attack. The Vietcongs ran everywhere, making them open targets for us. One by one, they started to fall. By killing this whole bunch of Vietcongs, we would have killed three quarters of their troops.
Planes started dropping bombs and not long after, there was nothing left in front of us. Smell of burnt metals and rubbers and roasted flesh filled our nose. Some got nauseous and started to vomit. The war should be over now. The Vietcongs were crippled, having to send the majority of their troops over. Helping fellow platoon mates, we began to move back to base. With the war at the back of our head, I suddenly noticed the scenic view of the jungle. Everything was so peaceful. Only a matter of time and I would be back to my homeland, where peace prevailed.
The End
Battle won at 10:56 AM
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