Story Of WWII
December 20, 1935.
I was lying awake in a fox hole, hearing the sound of screaming and bombs every 10 seconds. I was thinking about my mom and how it would break her heart if I didn't make it back. Just then, gun shots rang out over my head. Soon after, all there was, was an eerie silence. All of a sudden, down came a German soldier with brains seeping out of his head, landing in the fox hole I was in. The smell of the rotting corpse made me gag. As I lifted his body out of my fox hole, I felt a warm liquid seep down and spread all over my face. I then threw his body out of the foxhole and wiped the blood off of my face as I sat there awake and my soul destroyed.
The next morning, Sarge called my name, "Hey, Bernard, you still alive?"
"Yes, sir!" I called out to him.
"Good 'cause I want all of my men back home; I don't want them sent back in a damn body bag." Sarge said.
There was a moment of silence. A few minutes later, I finally asked, "Hey Jin, is Marco still alive?"
"Call me Sarge!" Sarge yelled.
"Sorry, Sarge," I said.
"Hey, I'm still alive!" Private Marco Teaff blurted out.
I ran out of my fox hole to help him out. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" I asked with a grin.
"Not so well," Marco replied, looking a his shoulder which was torn and ripped by a bullet.
"Oh, fuck," I said staring at the wound on Marco's shoulder. "Sarge we need a medic!" I yelled out.
"OK!" Sarge yelled, pushing me aside. "I need you to back the fuck off and stop breathing down my neck so I can heal this damn wound!" Sarge yelled in my face.
I backed off reluctantly. After a while, Sarge was done. Then, a jeep drove right by us and swerved around, picking us up and driving us to a cargo ship.