I know this is totally off topic, but I would like to talk about what happened last month. The most unbelievable and shocking thing. Heath Ledger's death.
Just a few weeks before it happened, I found out that he was going to play Joker in the new Batman movie coming out this summer, and me being a Batman fan, I went freakin' crazy. I saw the trailer for it, and I just couldn't believe that that was Heath! The laugh is brilliant! If you haven't checked it out yet, you should.
He was one of the greatest actors of all time. He could play anybody and you would immediately think what you were watching was real and not a movie.
What really makes me sick is how all of those damn celebrity gossip shows start talking about how Heath was suicidal, how he was so depressed and all that bullshit.
I cannot believe people are that disgusting to say things like that after someone dies. Most of the shows were respectful, but some just went too far. I heard that on the day of his death Heath was supposed to have a massage, and when he didn't answer his landlord, her and the masseuse found him unconscious on his bed. Now, if the masseuse was actually licensed, she would have been able to save his life because all licensed masseuses should know how to perform CPR.
And then she goes off and calls Mary-Kate 5 times! It makes no sense what they did! It's horrible!
I'm going to miss him a lot and I hope Heath's family, Michelle and their little daughter, Matilda can get through this heartbreaking time.
R.I.P. Heath
I skimmed my hand down the side of my jacket to remove any wrinkles. Tonight was the night. I finally made it. I finally proved Sobel wrong. I got my wings. We were all in the dance hall celebrating.
I was leaning against the bar when Luz came over, "What can I get for my little paratrooper?" "Cola," I replied.
Luz stopped. "Cola? Come one, Alex, live a little!" He scooted a glass of beer towards me, "Here's to you hon," I sighed as I grabbed the glass.
"Ten-hut!"
I immediately put the glass back down and stood at attention as Sink walked in. "At ease paratroopers. Good evening, men."
"Good evening, sir!" We replied. He continued to congratulate us as Grant handed him a beer. "…Remember our motto, Currahee!" "Currahee!" We shouted. Sink looked over at me, winked and nodded. I did the same and turned to Luz.
"Now, are you gonna drink it or not?" he smirked. I took a whiff of the drink and shuddered, "I think I'm gonna pass George." "Boo!" he cried, "I'll have it then," and instantly downed the whole thing. When he finished, he smacked his lips and chuckled, "Ta-da!"
I just smiled at the already extremely drunk Luz and turned around. I needed some fresh air, so I walked out into the warm June evening breeze and started to walk around. I saw a figure up ahead, staring up at the full moon.
Not wanting to spook him or anything, I quietly walked in the other direction. Unfortunately, that didn't really happen because I seemed to have stepped onto a stick, making it snap. The figure jumped and turned around. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "Alex?" the man said. "Walter?" My eyes grew wide and quickly slanted as I frowned at him. I turned to leave but he shouted, "Wait!" I kept on walking, ignoring his pleas.
"Alex, please," I felt a warm hand wrap around my wrist. He spun me around so we were face to face with each other. I struggled to get out of his grasp even though I knew I didn't want too.
"Alex…just listen to me," he begged. "What is it, Walter?" I sighed, realizing I was stuck.
"These past few months have been…crazy. I realized how stupid I've been acting…making you feel like you couldn't make your own choices…treating you like crap. All I'm trying to say is that…I miss you. I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, I miss your voice, I miss your touch. I miss your kiss," He brought his hand up to the side of my face, with the other still on the small of my back, "I can't live without you. I love you."
He was looking right into my eyes the whole time. I could see how much compassion was in his beautiful face. I noticed how stupid I was acting and how much I missed him too. We were getting closer and closer.
"I love you too," I whispered. Without hesitation, Walter brought his lips to mine. A wave of emotions came over me as I remembered all the good times that we had together. I wrapped my arms around him as we continued to kiss, holding each other in a tight embrace.
JUNE 23
All of us were huddled in a pit in North Carolina, doing a field exercise. I was sitting next to Doc and Spina. I looked at my watch. We were in here for at least 20 minutes. I looked up at Sobel, who was peeking over at the empty woods, looking for the enemy.
He hissed at Petty to bring the map over. I sighed. He was lost.
He argued with Winters who looked absolutely annoyed. "Second platoon, move out," He whispered.
With all of us confused, we quietly stepped out of the pit. We only took a few steps when the enemy popped out, guns pointing at us from every direction.
I froze as a man came up to Sobel, "Captain, you've just been killed along with ninety-five percent of your company."
Boy, wasn't that just dandy to hear?
SEPTEMBER 6
We were on our way to New York, going on a ship that was bringing us to Europe. At least, that's what I've heard. I was cuddling next to Walter who was sleeping like a little angel. I smiled as I felt his arm wrap around my waist.
I just finished writing a letter back to Genny. I was lying if I said I didn't I miss her already. The night before we were leaving, her and Skip spent the whole time with each other. I couldn't go back in our barrack…if you know what I mean. So I just went back to Walter's and knocked on the door. He chuckled as I told him why I was back.
We cuddled for the rest of the night…yes, cuddled. Nothing else. Hello! We were in a room full of guys. No way anything else was going to happen.
I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
We were all looking out at New York on the ship. I never knew I was ever going to be in New York and I never knew that I would be leaving it in a matter of hours. I stood there until all I could see of America, of my home, was a small speck in the distance, I knew I couldn't turn back. This was real.
I pushed my way through the crowd and climbed up onto my bunk. I was surrounded by Bill, Luz, Skip, Toye, Malarkey, a bunch of other guys and of course, Walt.
Bill was talking, "…point is, don't matter where we go. Once we get into combat, the only person you can trust is yourself and the fella next to ya." "Hey, as long as he's a paratrooper," Toye said.
"Oh yeah?" Luz asked, climbing up beside me, "what happens if that paratrooper turns out to be Sobel?"
"Pft, if I'm next to Sobel in combat, I'm movin' on down the line. Hook up with Moose or Winters," I answered. "I like Winters, he's a good man. I just don't know if I'd want a quaker beside me when the bullets start flying."
"How do you know he's a quaker, Bill?" I asked. "He ain't catholic," he said, taking another drag of his cigarette, "The prick's the son of Abraham." Liebgott raised his head, "He's what?"
"He's a Jew," Bill said. Liebgott chuckled, jumped off his bunk and walked over to Bill, "I'm a Jew." "Congratulations, now get your nose outta my face," Bill sneered. Their fists flew into the air as a crowd ran over to them to break it up.
"Goddamnit, Bill," I sighed.
SEPTEMBER 24
Aldbourne, England. We've been here a few days, doing all sorts of training. Today, I learned how to shoot. I gripped the . 45 that they gave me. "Ready…aim," I pointed the gun at the target, "…fire!" and pulled the trigger. After a few rounds, I waited with the rest of the guys for our results. "Damn…you did good, Alex," Nix said. I smiled. Hopefully I'd never have to pull the trigger again. I wouldn't want to kill people. Yeah sure, kill the krauts, let them burn in hell and all that, I just don't know if I could do it myself. I wanted to be a medic, I wanted to help. That's the part I was putting in for the war.
Right after that, we were sent off to do a field practice. And guess who I got stuck with. Sobel. No surprise. We were in the middle of God knows where, and he was looking deranged. He asked for the map…yet again. "Take cover behind those trees," He ordered.
As we huddled behind the trees, Perconte said, "Sobel's lost again, ain't he?" "Yeah, he's lost," I replied, "Luz, can you do Major Horton? Get us moving?" "Nah, no way-" But he was interrupted by us begging him to trick Sobel. He chuckled, "Fine, just this once." He cleared his throat as we all patiently waited.
"Is there a problem, Captain Sobel?" "Horton" asked.
"Who was that? Who broke silence?" Sobel shouted. We could hear some mumbling, Tipper was probably telling him it was Horton even though he clearly knew it had to be Luz. "What is the goddamn hold up, Mr. Sobel?" "Horton" said again. "A fence, sir, a barbed wire fence." I laughed quietly. "Well, that dog just ain't gonna hunt. Now cut that damn fence and get this goddamn platoon on the move."
Ten minutes later, we were walking through the cut up fence. I glanced at my watch. Jesus, we were late, wouldn't be surprised if the others had already left. We were running towards our objective with Sobel yelling "Hi-ho silver!" with his arms in the air. I rolled my eyes and sighed. This just wasn't right. We were going into war with this man?
Yes, I'm back. Sorry for the long wait.
If any of you like Stephen King, read my new Green Mile story. It's a blasty-blast. March Break is coming up. I'll probably have 2 chapters up along with my continuation for my GM story.
See you's later.
