Flying Bullets

sooo I was forced to watch a doccumentary onwar and stuff, soo i wrote this :D

I herd the commanding officer scream, followed by the sound of an explosion and bullets firing. This was my first day in battle, and I had already seen more bloodshed than most men would have. I ducked down into the dug out and, held my head as low as it would go. This was not how I imagined warfare, then again, this was my first deployment, so I didn’t know what to expect. I held my rifle close to my chest, and felt my heart race against my ribcage, as our commanding officer screamed more. I forced my head up to look over the dugout, looking out onto the battlefield. Not 5 meters from the dugout was the commanding officer, lying on the ground, with one leg blow off, shreds of it lying all around him. He was still barking out commands at us, and no one was even acknowledging him or his desperate attempts at calling out. I felt a bullet fly past my helmet, quickly ducking back down, and shutting my eyes.

‘Why did I sign up for this?’ I thought, trying to find some amount of peace just for a moment. I knew I would never find it, so I had to act, and quickly. Without taking anymore time, I shot out of the dugout, and headed straight to the commanding officer. Someone had to save him, no matter what. I wasn’t willing to let someone die because no one was willing to risk something; it wasn’t fair. As I darted quickly over to the man, I bent down on one knee, and fired off a few shots in the general direction of the incoming bullets. I quickly grabbed the officer by the jacket, which was covered in blood and mud, and began dragging him towards the dugout. He started yelling again to put him down and stop risking my life, and save himself.

“I’m not letting you go, sir!” I yelled back, slowly approaching the dugout. It felt like an hour passing since I had been in the dugout, as I quickly jumped in, dragging the officer behind me. He landed with a thud to the bottom, as I stuck my head back out of the dugout, and let off a few shots again. I couldn’t stop this war, nor could I go home, but I knew I could save this man’s life. He had a family, a wife and children to go back to. I had nobody. I would have rather died saving him than lived knowing I could have helped.

“Where’s the rest of the enforcement?!” The officer yelled, dragging his back up against the dugout wall, a handgun in hand. I smiled and laugh, the laugh feeling a little unorthodox.

“Sir, you know that handgun won’t do s**t right now, right?” I asked, feeling awkward being so up front with my superior.

He just smiled, and began firing at the ememy.

 

Author's Note

ignore grammer and spelling

Reviews

[C.]

This was really good c: I enjoyed it. You're a good writer!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I think this was very good. I could feel all the emotions from this. I could clearly see the young man not wanting to be there anymore. I felt like I could see all the scene...excellent imagery. Good job. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Butterfly Ninja :3]

It was so discriptive that it was like watching a movie

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Documentaries about this present war are something else. Almost like I was watching a piece of it by reading this. Great write.