I'm Taking You Down With Me
Plot: Set in 1963, this war story follows a soldier named Johnny Jackson, a Private fighting in the Vietnam War.
January 2, 1963 -Battle of Ấp Bắc
Location: Ấp Bắc Hamlet, Định Tường Province (now ), South Vietnam
0830 Hours
Private Johnny Jackson
Born on November 8, 1932 in Little Rock, AR
(Age: 30)
(Affiliations: US Marines
1961-1964)
Chapter 1: Ambush
Jackson: *writes in journal* My name's Jackson, James Jackson, but you can call me Johnny. I've been in this pointless war for 2 and a 1/2 years now, still a Private and still not engaged.
I had a crush on this girl named Patty Mills back in 9th grade, but I was too afraid to confess my feelings to her. Anyways, enough about me, let's get back to this story about this war in Vietnam that I'm fighting in right now. I've killed about 13 Vietcongs with my trusty M1 Garand, that thing packs a punch! These Vietnamese still haven't given up yet and this war has been going on since 1955, Jesus fucking Christ man. All these people dying for some pointless cause, and our corrupt government knowing that we can't possibly stop the spread of communism in this fucked up country. But why am I fighting in this? Was it because I'm lonely? Hell yes! But that's not why, wanna know why? Because I was drafted for fuck's sake! Motherfuckers. I like Kennedy though, I think the guy has some major balls to be our president, he's one of the best democrat's I've seen, besides FDR of course. I've seen some major shit in my time, I didn't fight in WW2 but my father, Lance Jackson did. He fought in 1943 up until the war ended, came home with a bronze star around his neck. He was a good man.
Jackson: Here we go, heading into Ấp Bắc Hamlet, Định Tường Province. Fuck's sake.
Narrator: Jackson's group is coming up on their location, but suddenly, they are attacked by a group of Vietcongs.
Patterson: Vietcongs! THEIR IN THE GODDAMN TREE- *Patterson is shot by a Vietcong sniper*
Jackson: Oh shit, Pat!! Take cover men! GO!! *Jackson starts shooting up at the trees*
Narrator: Jackson and his friend Bud take cover in a secluded location.
Jackson: Those bastards ambushed us! Fuck!
Bud: Don't worry Jackson, we'll get back at those assholes somehow.
Jackson: I hope so, sucks that Patterson is dead.
Bud: Just stay close.
Jackson: Roger.
Narrator: Bud and Jackson make it to the location they were meant to be in, undetected.
SSGT Jacques: What the hell happened to your group?
Jackson: We got ambushed by a bunch of fucking Vietcongs, our group's status is unknown, except for Sgt. Patterson, they got 'im.
Jacques: Sorry to hear that, he was a good ma-
Vincent: *grunts in pain* G-Guys!
Jackson: Vincent, is that you? What the hell happened to the others?
Vincent: *hyperventilating and bleeding* All dead, goddamnit. Those bastards are g-gonna p-pay!! *falls dead on the ground while clenching his chest*
Jackson: *gasps* VINCENT!!!
Narrator: Bud checks Vincent's pulse, he's dead.
Bud: I'm sorry Jacks, he's... gone. *closes Vincent's eyes*
Jackson: I'm sorry Vincent, Rest In Peace.
Jacques: Damn, so you two are the only remaining members left from your group? Shit. I'm gonna go talk to the Lieutenant about this. I'll see you two in a bit.
Jackson: What do we do now Bud?
Bud: We wait.
Jackson: What do you mean by that Private?
Bud: I mean we wait, as in we wait for the Lieutenant to come talk to us.
Jackson: Oh... *sighs*
Bud: Look Jacks I know your tired, I am too but we have to face this thing like men, everyone back home is counting on us to free this country from communism.
Jackson: I know, it's just this bullshit war is doing nothing but getting people killed for a pointless cause, this country is already going to hell anyways!
Lieutenant Pusher: Hey guys I heard about what happened, if you men are really the only ones
left from your group then you'll be put in a new group with another CO.
Jackson: *mumbles to himself* Oh great, another group with another CO to be with.
Pusher: You say something Private?
Jackson: No sir, probably just the wind.
Pusher: Alright, follow me.
Narrator: Jackson and Bud follow the Lieutenant to their new group.
Pusher: Meet Master Sergeant Kimble, an honest soldier and a good man.
MSGT Kimble: Hello, welcome to the group you two, I heard about what happened to your old group, sorry to hear that. Don't worry, we'll get back at those Vietcong bastards for what they did. I knew Sgt. Patterson back in 1959, he was a good guy.
Narrator: Jackson and Bud shake Kimble's hand.