The Shortest Fighting Career
It was 6 hours after I got off that rumbling water coffins, glad that I could get out of that place perhaps forever, considering my injuries to my side, a deep gap on the left side of my stomach, courtesy of a over-excited Banzai Jap charging at me. I was merely on the beaches for less than 30 minutes before I have to be evacuated on to the hospital ship offshore. But I should be glad that I even survived this, I mean, not many survived in my squad, over 1/3 of them are dead already, and I was one of the lucky ones. I looked at my still stain uniform, no longer brand-new or ironed, but it's stained blood near my injuries as well as sands and wrinkles all over, I bet nobody would think that I am not one of the cherries anymore. I really had to write to Collin soon; after all he had save my hide from the Jap while here is what I remembered anyway.
I rushed out of the AMTRAC and the next thing I know, bullets were flying all around me, wheezing here and there as waters rippled from the bullets, I tried to run towards the shore, but I tripped and fall head-first into the water and lost my weapon. I was cursing my luck when I realize that there are Jap on the pier to my side, and one of them were grinning as his rifle pointed at me, I thought "Well, 30 seconds, ain't half bad" But I never did finish what I am saying as the sound of BAR firing to my side and I could clearly see the shocked expression on that Jap as his eyes open wide and mouth a big –O- as he fell into the water. I could see it clearly then as I can see now. Anyway, the next thing I know, Collin shoved a gun into my hand and told me not to lose this one, a silver shotgun and damn heavy too. However, glad that I have a weapon, I hold it close to me, afraid of losing it again.
However, the anxiety soon got overwhelmed by the scene before me, as bloodied water run though the water and bodies of dead marines floating, I recognized one of them as a gun I met in boot camp, always bragging how he would be kitting the Japs' ass when he get there, I really believed him, after all he is a big guy, around 6 foot and weights at least 200 LB. But all he is now is a floating piece of body in perhaps another 30 around me, and I froze, thought lost in whatever might happen to me. I could hear my sergeant yelling "Get your damn butt to the shore; you are going to die if you stand here, maggot!" Yet I just stood there froze in the middle of a firing range.
"Hey, come on let's go" I turn to the source of the voice, it was Collin, and he half dragged me on to the shore, the whole time I was trying to focused, but with little success. Ironically, I got back to my sense as I step on the shore, a Marine with a flamethrower blow up right in front of me, the scrounging flame awoke me from the daydreaming and blow me and Collin at least 6 feet, in front of the bunkers too. Much to my relief the gunner is dead, somebody must have shot him, but I froze again when I see a hand moving the body, trying to get it out of the way. This time, I got to my sense quick then I ever thought possible as adrenalines rushed my vein, I did the unthinkable, I run to the front of the bunker and plug a hand grenade and throwing it into the hole, and I could hear a man cursing in Japanese before the blow cut the voice off.
However, another yell of Japanese broke me from my state; I look to the right and saw at least a squad of Japs rushing towards me. I desperately took my shotgun and swing to their directions and press the trigger, the first two Japs yelled in pain as they tumble to the ground, but the rest just keep coming, I quickly ejects the empty shell and try to load the next one into the chamber, the shot came close, as the Jap was now 5 feet in front of me, and after that I lost count as I just keep pumping and shooting the Japs coming at me, oblivious to the screams of pain and dying or the orders from my sergeant to get back. It lasted for about 5 seconds or so as my shells ran dry, I bashed the last Jap with my shotgun probably breaking his jaw and neck, but I missed the one to my right as he ran his bayonet to the right side of my stomach. A sharp pain that I imagined never register and my adrenalines still flow in my vein, I turn around and bashed that bastard in the head two or three times.
I would have done a lot more if not the pain finally got me as I fall to the ground. I feel my wound and find a large gap and bloods gushing out. From the corner of my eyes, I could see another 4 Japs coming to finish me off, "Great, I am going to die, how long has it been? 10 minutes?" But my thought was again cut off when the deafening sound of a BAR ripped out right by my ears and another hand put a big ban-aid on my wound, I turn around to see a medic, a guy with a glasses and short beard under his chin, although I am still too weak, I turn around and see Collin emptying the last ammos in the clips on to the rushing Japs, each hitting its mark as those damn bastard yell out in pain. "This guy need to be evacuated, I think the wound is too deep" A voice without much compassion yelled, my heart sort of sinks, "What? I need to be evacuated?" I ask in disbelief, and the medics said, "Yeah, that is if you want to live" Collin then stop the conversation" we'll take later, Jimmy, help me get him to the cover over there, we can clear the beaches later"
I feel two pair of hands dragged me across the sand, but I was too tired to stay awake so I barely managed to say thank you before everything turned black.
If you haven't notice, I am terrible with grammar. I switch from past-present almost three times in a sentence and the sentence is a run-on that would make the normal run-on seemed like a fragment.
But think about it I type this in about 30 minutes and I don't bother to really look into the grammar, so unless you think it's SOOOOOOO bad that you can't read it, please bear with it. Plus it's the feeling that counts right?