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The Horrors off War
By Bill | February 2, 2009
Seargant First Class Davey Crestington huddeled in the damp, dank trench. The wind shivered threw his bones like a grandmother’s whisper. He klutzed his rifle to his body like a valuable stick, because thats what it was; the Only stick that could save his life.
He checked the ammyunission compartment on the rifle: Two Bullets Left. He checked the bay o’net. Dull, but sharpened to a glinting pointe. He checked his helmet: scufft and filthy but still as hard as a buffalo’s butt. It had written on it: “EAT IT” which made him smile: he cast his mind back, back to befoar the war: back to when his girl Sally and he (him) used to listen to their favirote Micheal Jacksun songs on the radio in their cool car.
But that was Before. This was Now. The “Big One” . World War One. He straightened his bowtie. He sharpuned his nerves. “ALL RIGHT MEN!!” hollered his captun, Loutennunt Stan. “This is the BIG ONE!!” “I know you have your family waiting at home, so let’s win it for Them!”
The genral’s orders went threw him like white on rice; Davey knew that these German Nazis had to be stopped regardless of the outcome: it was Now or Never.
The Loutenit opened the doors to the Trench: They were thrown Wide. He grizzled his face and champed on his cigar: his favorite: a Stogey. “Hear we go, boys!” he exclaimed like a huge newspaper head line.
Davey gripped his Rifle: he didn’t feel fear. He steeled himself and grumbled his teeth: “Working on our Night Moves.” he joked to his fat friend. It was night in the Trench.
Davey ran out of the Trench into the bleek German landscape: tumbleweeds and dessert, as far as the eye could sea. “So this is hell” he reflected, not stopping at all as he swang his gun from side to side, knocking in the heads of Germane’s soldiers.
SMASH: the but of his rifle smashed into a Nazi face: he needed to save bullets.
BLOOSH: his baye au nette sliced threw a Germans mouth like some butter. “Want some rolls with that butter” he smirked: now was not the time for jokes!
WHAP suddenly! He felt an icy dagger stab into his ribs like when you run to fast. He looked down and to what should his wandering eyes appear but a German holding a knife, his smile sickly smileling. The knife was in him.
Davey span around and stuck his rifle in the dude’s face. “I know you hafft onvly two bullvets” said the German guy in a Hogan’s Heros voice, only this time it was no laffing manner.
Davey screamed and thought of Sally. He pulled his Trigger. The German guy’s head exploded in a rain of color like a Skittles commershul, “TASTE THE RAIN BOW” Davey wept bitterly.
He screamed again and grittered his teeth. His fat freidn’s face exploded next to him. ONE BULLET LEFT
He put his hand to his ribs and pulled away Blood. He dropped to his knee’s and exclaimed a laud to the sky that no man can now: “The horrors off war!!!!” Was this the end of Davey the Soldier?
TO BE CONTINUED
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