Sweet Dreams

The gunshots that went off all around us, sounding like the trumpets Hell. The screams of two different armies as they were torn apart by bullets and land mines, sounded like a satanic opera of Hells glory. I sat on the ground, hearing all of this, knowing I should be up there fighting beside my trigger-happy friend. I know he is up shooting everything that moves, because I know he enjoys being in this hellhole, that he calls his paradise. The others that form our company are nothing but rookies; that only played arcade shooting games, before joining the army.

            When the firing began to get heavier, I made the choice to get up fire my gun, curse, and throw my grenades at everything and anything that moves within my area of eyesight. I am only doing this to earn the money I was paid, when I was hired as a mercenary by the United States Marines, after all, I don’t give a damn if two or twenty if their Marines gets blown to pieces, as long as me and my friend get paid or our sweet dreams realized. Many of their so-called brave marines began to run away as the Afghanistan army began chucking grenades at us. My friend grabs one of them, and throws him into the pathway of the grenades, that was headed right at him.

            We look at each other, grin, and start to run straight at the front line of their army, yelling like the demons that reside in the darkest circle of Hell. They hesitate, giving us all the time, we need to slash, cut, and shoot everyone that gets in our way, whether they are the marines that stayed with us, or the Afghanistan army. Their army begins to run away as ours did only moments before. We chase after them, shooting everyone that had the bad luck to be in the pathway of our bullets. Our company begins to laugh and cheer, in the thought they had won the battle and therefore would be allowed to return to base.

            My friend and I knew that there was a good chance that their happiness would end once their enemies’ return with stronger and better armed forces. We waited with paranoid breathes while the army slept, waiting for the enemy to return and reek an apocalyptic hell on the unaware and sleeping troops. I look at one person in their company that was the stupidest, strongest, and bravest on this pathetic planet. True to form he started mumbling about leaving someone his apple juice, crackers, and poke-mon collection in his will.

            One gunshot goes off behind us, alerting us to the presence of the enemy army that I knew would return. At that moment the marines awake, gets up, and starts to panic at the gunshots that was aimed at them. They are all ripped to pieces before they can get to armory tent that holds their weapons. Not having a weapon, myself, I start to think, that I should runaway and leave my best friend to fight the enemy all by himself. I decided to fight alongside him, picking up a gun that had been pelted this way from the armory tent when a grenade hit it only moments before. I turned to face the enemy, only to see that had started to retreat into the woods behind them. I wonder why they were retreating because they thought that everyone was dead.

            I look for friend, finally found him sitting on the ground bleeding from a large wound in his lung. He looks at me, gives me a thumbs up, before life was wiped from his body. I stand there, mad at myself for not fighting beside him, but happy that, his sweet dream had come true at last.

Reviews

[TLK]

There are a few problems here, most noticeable a few missing words. For example, "trumpets Hell" and "I look for friend". Regardless of these small glitches, though, the confusion and cynicism of battle come through strongly. However, because it's such a short piece that says a lot quickly, I'm not totally sure of the chronology of events as we go through.

[Crosscasket]

I will revise the story, so that there is less problems and even extra content.