* Sir Winston Churchill *
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite
Friday, August 19, 2005
At 1200 hours, packing our foodpack, carrying our SAR21 wearing our web gears that contain smoke grenade, frag grenade, night vission goggles and a mask in case of biological hazard. Boarding the plane, we were all very quiet. The lieutenant had definitely sense the unease in our heart, for when we board the plane, he started to talk to us, motivating us. ' Guys listen up. I know this is the first war you all are fighting. So am I. If you guys keep on putting that bloody face and that bloody attitude, you all shall be dead even before you get your bullets on the sonvabitches. So its time to show them what you guys had learnt and show them how its being done!' 'Yea!' The words might not sound so motivating, but it sure lift our lead heart.
At 0100 hours, we alight from the plane, falling in our different squads, froming our Platoon Alpha Mike. Colonel Grafton from the US brieved us. We broaded the 5-tonner, and were moving out to the front line. We were to stop the Vietcong from crossing the border. All of us were checking our rifles with trembling hands, no one had expected to fight a real war despite the umpteen times of 'war drills'.
Reaching our destinations, we saw some of the US artillery, Team Yankee. They were to support us in terms of artillery. Taking our place at the foxholes, that were dug in a straight line, lieutenant began discussing with the Team leader. We were to take orders from the Team leader, lieutenant colonel Sean Bannon. The tanks were well-hidden and would show itself when the time comes. As for us, we would wait till the first mine exploded.
Waiting in the foxhole is tough. Dawn came not long after and we could see someone or a platoon moving towards us. 'ATTENTION ALL UNITS! TARGET SPOTTED AT 12 O'CLOCK POSITION! HOLD YOUR FIRE TILL THE FIRST MINE HAD EXPLODED!' With rifles trained on our targets, we waited. It seems like hours when suddenly, the mine exploded. It seems to have triggered off a chain reaction whereby other mines exploded and us firing our rifles even before lieutenant colonel Bannon ordered us to. The Vietcongs started falling one by one, under the stray bullets of our rifles. Our body shoke more than usual under the recoil of the rifle. 'KEEP IT COOL GUYS! YOU ALL ARE MISSING LIKE SHIT! YOU GUYS GOT TO TAKE AIM OR THOSE SONVABITCHES ARE GONNA GET AWAY!'
Realising our mistkaes, we started taking careful aims and shot down more and more Vietcongs. By this time, those Vietcongs had recovered from their shocks and are firing back at us. We could hear people being shot and collapsed. It's either youshoot and kill the Vietcongs or the Vietcongs shoot and kill you.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an object flying toward us. At that point of time, everything seems to happen in slow motion. I looked at the place it landed and saw it was a grenade, and the worse thing is, it had landed at Gabra. I looked at Gabra, saw the horrified eyes looking at the grenade, and started to try climbing out of the foxhole. His fear had caused him to remain in the same position despite the continous struggling. The grenade exploded, what was left of Gabra was merely smatterings of him. Looking at the spot where he used to crouch and what was left was just human cream, I began to get transfixed at that spot for too long. I was jerked back to earth by my squad mates. Ignoring the wet patch in front of my pants, I turned myself facing the Vietcongs, these bastards are going to pay!
To be continue..
At 0100 hours, we alight from the plane, falling in our different squads, froming our Platoon Alpha Mike. Colonel Grafton from the US brieved us. We broaded the 5-tonner, and were moving out to the front line. We were to stop the Vietcong from crossing the border. All of us were checking our rifles with trembling hands, no one had expected to fight a real war despite the umpteen times of 'war drills'.
Reaching our destinations, we saw some of the US artillery, Team Yankee. They were to support us in terms of artillery. Taking our place at the foxholes, that were dug in a straight line, lieutenant began discussing with the Team leader. We were to take orders from the Team leader, lieutenant colonel Sean Bannon. The tanks were well-hidden and would show itself when the time comes. As for us, we would wait till the first mine exploded.
Waiting in the foxhole is tough. Dawn came not long after and we could see someone or a platoon moving towards us. 'ATTENTION ALL UNITS! TARGET SPOTTED AT 12 O'CLOCK POSITION! HOLD YOUR FIRE TILL THE FIRST MINE HAD EXPLODED!' With rifles trained on our targets, we waited. It seems like hours when suddenly, the mine exploded. It seems to have triggered off a chain reaction whereby other mines exploded and us firing our rifles even before lieutenant colonel Bannon ordered us to. The Vietcongs started falling one by one, under the stray bullets of our rifles. Our body shoke more than usual under the recoil of the rifle. 'KEEP IT COOL GUYS! YOU ALL ARE MISSING LIKE SHIT! YOU GUYS GOT TO TAKE AIM OR THOSE SONVABITCHES ARE GONNA GET AWAY!'
Realising our mistkaes, we started taking careful aims and shot down more and more Vietcongs. By this time, those Vietcongs had recovered from their shocks and are firing back at us. We could hear people being shot and collapsed. It's either youshoot and kill the Vietcongs or the Vietcongs shoot and kill you.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an object flying toward us. At that point of time, everything seems to happen in slow motion. I looked at the place it landed and saw it was a grenade, and the worse thing is, it had landed at Gabra. I looked at Gabra, saw the horrified eyes looking at the grenade, and started to try climbing out of the foxhole. His fear had caused him to remain in the same position despite the continous struggling. The grenade exploded, what was left of Gabra was merely smatterings of him. Looking at the spot where he used to crouch and what was left was just human cream, I began to get transfixed at that spot for too long. I was jerked back to earth by my squad mates. Ignoring the wet patch in front of my pants, I turned myself facing the Vietcongs, these bastards are going to pay!
To be continue..
Battle won at 4:23 AM
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