* Sir Winston Churchill *
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Looking at the human smatterings with huge horrified eyes, I started to tremble unintentionally. My friend at my side, began to shake me and shouted, ' Come on! Let's shoot them!' Ignoring the wet patch at the front of my pants, I started to train my rifles on the approaching bastards. YOU BASTARDS ARE GONNA PAY! Taking out 2 grenades, I threw them at the Vietcongs with an accuracy that astounded me.
Those sonvabitches must have known that they were no match for us as they started to retreat. No, no, they are not getting away. I started to spray them with bullets. I am gonna revenge for Gabra. Until all of them had retreated, I sat down in the foxholes, badly shaken. My knees felt jelly and my arms started to hurt, the aftermath of the recoil from the gun. Gabra. My eyes began to fill with tears. At this point, something was heard over the radio, ' ALL UNITS, ASSEMBLE AT THE ALPHA CHARLIE BASE!'
Slowly climbing out of the foxhole, dragging the heavy feet, we managed to reach Alpha Charlie base. 'ALL UNITS REPORT CASUALTY!' The thought of Gabra refill my brain, overwhelming me. I blacked out.
Eyes opening slowly, the surroundings were unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, the thoughts of war, the horrible memories started to fill my brain. Gabra, the victim of war, he should not had died. We were great friends, the whole squad are great friends. Slowly walking out of the Sick Bay, I looked around and saw my squad mates eating their meal. I went over to join them. Obviously, they were badly shaken by the war too as they were fiddling with their food instead of eating them. The first day of war had been a terrible memory for all of us. We definitely hope that the war would end asap with us returning home safely. But, no one know the future, we could be killed, but what we know is that, either you kill your enemy, or your enemy kill you.
To be continue..
Those sonvabitches must have known that they were no match for us as they started to retreat. No, no, they are not getting away. I started to spray them with bullets. I am gonna revenge for Gabra. Until all of them had retreated, I sat down in the foxholes, badly shaken. My knees felt jelly and my arms started to hurt, the aftermath of the recoil from the gun. Gabra. My eyes began to fill with tears. At this point, something was heard over the radio, ' ALL UNITS, ASSEMBLE AT THE ALPHA CHARLIE BASE!'
Slowly climbing out of the foxhole, dragging the heavy feet, we managed to reach Alpha Charlie base. 'ALL UNITS REPORT CASUALTY!' The thought of Gabra refill my brain, overwhelming me. I blacked out.
Eyes opening slowly, the surroundings were unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, the thoughts of war, the horrible memories started to fill my brain. Gabra, the victim of war, he should not had died. We were great friends, the whole squad are great friends. Slowly walking out of the Sick Bay, I looked around and saw my squad mates eating their meal. I went over to join them. Obviously, they were badly shaken by the war too as they were fiddling with their food instead of eating them. The first day of war had been a terrible memory for all of us. We definitely hope that the war would end asap with us returning home safely. But, no one know the future, we could be killed, but what we know is that, either you kill your enemy, or your enemy kill you.
To be continue..
Battle won at 2:57 AM
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