Chapter- 19: Short story

Hey all! I've got bonus for everyone! I was half a sleep listing to my radio B-93.7 and it gave me an idea for a short story which true to it's name (Though not a true story lol), is not very long, so takes deep breath, here goes!

God is here, and he kept me safe.

The year was 1967 and vietnam was waging over in Korea, back than during the draft it was not called a war over the News but a mere Conflict. A soljior by the name of Tom was one of those men drafted. The year dragged on slowly. Every night he would look up into the night sky just out of his tent, sweaty and tired he would alway ponder the same thing before he went to bed,

'Why me? Why us?' By 'us' he ment his wife and 2 year old child at home. He had been assighned infintry. Day after day marching on and on. Then, one day he was marching, hot and tired, silently curseing God for what he was put threw. But as the seinory changed he looked up to where they where marching. A town...still with flames tickling the already chared houses. Bodies lie out side their houses, some where burned to undegreeable reconization, others seemed to be but sleeping despite their lack of chest movement. His brown eye's looked on in horror, even after the sargent yelled halt stopping them in this...this hell hole.

"Span out! Search for any survivers! Company dismissed! Move!" He yelled hotly. He wasn't a nice guy, the Sargent, but Tom had had worse.

Tom moved silently, no one dare speek or try make a sound, for fear of something, no one knew what, but it was a silent agreement as the sargent voice still bounced of the walls, then defening silence as he moved for a hut.

It had been almost an hour, hut after hut, everyone dead, either killed by the gas that had apearently rolled in or the fire that had also been rumored to have started in the panic. He was at the end of the village, one more hut to go. Tom sighed, he had no desire to look upon more dead Korean's.

He looked in to the dimly lit hut. Two adults lay on the floor, a man and a women, the women seemed to be holding a bundle, the soljior hesitated. A dead child. It always irked him to see one and know the truth, that, despite it's innocence, it was killed for no reson. For the first time since his enrollment, no edraftment, he asked 'Why them?' not why him. and God replied in his heart and for the first time in a long while, he listened.

'Look on.' Tom was flustrated. But his heart tugged inside as he looked on. The floor was scorched, the walls had smears of red not made for decoration. A small burnt table lie in the corner, as his eye's went to lie upon a small girl kneeling upon it. At first Tom looked a way not wishing to se another dead innocent. But small words of forein lang. braught his eye's back to see that, in his hope, was that her back moved up and down in rythmic breaths of life. She was silent all but muttering words...of prayer, she was alive and praying. He knew it in his heart.

He moved silently toward her, a floor bord creeked startling the young one.

She wispered still a hurried words that made no sence to him except the horrified look in her young clear eye's.

Brown met bright ocean blue as her eye's and his locked. He ment no harm to come to her.

"Mmmother, father..." She muttered looking over at the courpses. He was surprised, very few of them spoke in englesh despite the trend in a decade or so later. He himself had never heard it. She countiued to mutter to him, again, in what he guessed was Korean.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." He tried but she was as puzzled by his words as he was by hers. He tried to move toword her but she backed a way yelling at him...as if saying 'leave us alone! Please!' But he shook his head and suddenly remembered the water cantine at his side. He slowly moved, pulling it off and offered it to her. She looked at him and then to it, and then back to him.

She didn't trust him. He smiled at her and then took a quick gulp of it and then held it back out. She moved slowly, like an unsure cat. Her black satin hair covering most of her face as she took it from him and then hesitently took a sip and looked back up at him.

He then then held out his hand meaning for hers but he only received a sad look as she slightly hugged the cantine. He chuckled and shook his head moveing closer, but this time she didn't move a way from him. He slightly touch her arm only to have her flinch, he hesitated and looked into her eye's again. She seemed to undestand now and took his hand as he led her out silently. Again he looked around.

'Her family... her friends, her entire naborhood, gone.' his eye's burned for a moment but as he walked forword with the girl and one of his conrades walked up she hugged his leg in fear with the cantine, his vision cleared and looked down at her with a smile and said that it was O.K. he would help her. She noded and then, spoke in englesh.

"God is here, he kept me safe!" She smiled. Tom was once again stunned. He looked up at his friend frowning.

"What is she muttering?" He asked. Tom frowned.

But said nothing.

Tom later found that he was the only one to hear the childs words, and that, unusualy, it had been a exsiled village of Korean family's that where christions. It had been the Korean government that had set fire and poisoned the village for their "Treason agenst god and country." It had nothing to do with the war. Later the same night he called his wife and almost cried at the sound of her voice, he hadn't heard it in almost a mounth. They talked and she too almost cried when he told her he had to go.She fear or his life, as was normal for anyone in her position. He smiled and replied,

"Don't worry, God is here, and he will keep me safe, he brought me here for a reason, and I will come home safe." He then told her his story and that he loved her.

Two years later and he came back home, he had been shot but, ironicly, the little girl had given him a cross from around her neck, in exchange for the cantine, had taken most of the hit, he wore it proudly with the bullet still wedged in it, as a reminder.

"God is here, and he kept me safe."

THE END

Hope you liked it please R/R

Oh yes one more order of business! One of my reveiwers is confused of my Oc's and asked for Bio's so here we go.

First up!

Name: Sammi

Aka: Yugi Hoshi

Age: 16

Eye color: Ivory Green (cat like)

Hair: Gravity defying golden bangs and long brown hair often put in a low poney tail.

Personality: Very hyper active and happy go luck. Also loves to make people laugh.

Next is

Name: Amy

Aka: Rain Kitsune

Age: 16

Eye Color: Ocean Blue

Hair: Long black with white tips on the bangs and ends.

Personality: Sireous but hyper when you give her sugar, she is definetly someone to think things threw and loves to enjoy life.

Gosh I feel like I'm typeing junk in for a Oc contest on another fic lol, anyways, next up is Tara-chan

Name: Tara

Aka: Amaya, but rarily used

Age: 16

Eye Color: hazel

Hair: short black hair

personality: Very hot headed and hyper at times, her calm side is almost non-existent unless she tries. lol

Last but not least is Lor-chan!

Name: Lor

aka: Mizu-chan

age:16

eye color: hazel

Hair: long black/brown hair

personality: Very calm and collected but just as hyper as the rest when it comes to sugar and pixi stix. She is mostly the calm on in the group.

There yea go everyone . Hope you like.