Another Night In Hell Part 1

Fictional War Story

As I sit in my fox hole in my sweat soaked uniform, covered in dirt and blood from Private Simons neck wound that I so desperately tried to mend. Holding back the tears as I Simons last words run threw my mind. He was the fourth Marine we lost from my platoon, not bad seeing how Bravo lost half its man trying to stop the Japs from flanking us. I try to clear my head, so I take out my cleaning kit and start to brush off the grime my Springfield .303. Here we are using old bolt actions to fight off charging hordes of pissed off Japs. Thank God for a Marine with a Browning chopping down the relentless Japanese on slot. The humidity starts to get to me, I reach for my canteen and take a pull. Piss warm, at least its something I remind myself. The sun is going down, the Jap dogs will be out soon, and they'll be hungry for American blood.  

Author's Note

New at writing.

Reviews

[Abby]

I honestly really like it. I can't wait to read the second part.

[Warr;or]

Very good keep up the work