me - Sgt Souza! I’ve heard stories of your demise. One said that you and your thirty man raiding party destroyed a whole battallion and wore the rags of your enemies to defeat the rest. Tell me your tales why you are the lone survivor.
sgt. souza - every where i go men buy me drinks because of that night, Katey asked me about it once and i was drunk enough to answer, They had been hitting us with mortar rounds for hours straight and we had run out of ammo, i think they smelled blood, I drew my side and counted the bullets enough for my men if they had to, The first wave came over the trench … Read Morewall and we fought it off with E- tools and k-bars i lost ten men in that charge, we took the cloths from them and put them on and rubbed soil on our faces, we climbed out of the trench carrying our own dead screaming victory,
I put Torres in my uniform so it looked like they took an officer, We got back to the enemy postion and turned on them using the Ak47s we took from the first wave, Stevenson, Myers, and Delani died there we killed another five of the insurgents, but now they knew and we had no munitions to fight them off with, i had no choice I called the air strike on my position, I still hear the sound of those birds in my dreams
I can still smell the sulfur and the burning flesh, I blacked out at that point I awoke in the early hours of the morning naked the damn towel heads took me and my mens cloths off us, I could hear one breathing so I climbed up over the burnt corpses of my unit and came up behind him I pulled his legs out from under him while covering his mouth … Read Moreafter he was pinned down I broke his neck and took back Jimmys K-bar Every cell in my body wanted blood I remember the satisfying sound of the snap of that bastards neck I spent the rest of the night sliding in and out of shadows naked killing them in silence, I finally came on the commander of the insurgents, The knife slide into his back at the base of his spine and I twisted, he fell to the ground
With a thud and began screaming in agony, I stood over his body the head of one of his men in my hand, I held it out before me so he would know the terror me and my men felt in those last seconds, I could feel the blood drying on my body as the night air sent hot chills over my burned body, I hit him with the head and began pounding with my fists, … Read MoreI pounded until the sand was like crimson mud with broken lumps of bone in a soup, I wandered off into the sands then, I don’t know how long it was before they found me, I was still naked and cover in blood and dirt my burns where infected, some greasy strands of black hair still clutched in my hand, they never found the bodies of my men or the insurgents…….
me - the smell is what gets you. the smell is what brings you back. remember how we couldn’t eat anything cooked or too bloody for days afterwards. our bodies were more sick of what we had done than our minds. Inside our minds, we made peace. It was us or them. Inside our minds was the last safe refuge. And for some, thats where your cowardice will … Read Morebring you and leave you to fester.
I remember staring at the grill and hearing the sizzling of the coals and the meat. The temperature and acuteness of the sun seemed to have risen. my throat parched and the glass that I had emptied into it could not sake it.
I remember thinking about Jon Jon. remember him? He was the unlucky dick who we had to piss on to put out the napalm. unlucky should have been his name. you can live down being pissed on, but those burns and scars did more to him than anything else.
I’ve never visited the stitch, or the surgeons, they make me feel like the worst that I’ve seen would be the brighter side of their days. But, I went to pay jon jon a visit. I didn’t know him too well, but he’s lived long enough with us to have made an impact on my own well being.
They have the clearest patch of land, and their tent is the entance… Read More to the maws of hell itself. I can’t begin to tell you what I’ve seen. The instruments, the people, the shaking the screaming the…
So, I went to see where they’ve placed out boy. From what one of the nurses say, he’s not in immediate danger, so they stowed him aside. Into a nice little corner where he can whimper from the pains of the constant burning. All I can do is stare. And not into his eyes. his eyes had hate in them. hate towards life, and feeling and everything around him. why, if it wasn’t for the restraints, he might’ve done something serious. Worst thing, I don’t fear for him, I fear for those around him. They don’t understand.
