One night of hell

One night of hell

 

 

Pre notes: A foxhole is six feet long, 2 feet wide, and arm-pit depth of the shortest of the two who will use it. It is dug usually by hand and over head cover about 18 inches thick is placed on top. Its a fighting position, or a coffin depending on how much the queen of battle loves you.

 

 

South America; Ya digging our foxholes, never really thinking we would need them for more then our home away from home. We dug some shelves in the back of it, a seat or two. We finished putting the over head cover on, and then waited.

 

We waited in the hot sun with the humidity inviting every creature in the area (flying or crawling) to join the party. Sweat soaked every inch of our bodies and clothes. Finely night came and still we stayed in our foxholes. At least it wasn't as hot.

 

The moon was about 40 percent illuminated. If you looked at one spot to long the

shadows moved like a man in the dark. Still we waited. Trying to figure out how to light a smoke in the dark was interesting, but we took our chances and covered the light as best we could.

 

Crack...what was...crack, wood splintered off the overhead cover. Crack hard packed dirt flew up and covered my eyes. Crack...What the f**k!!!

 

Suddenly, what seemed like a hundred blinking lights lit up the jungle. I returned fire just like everyone else did, not really aiming at anything, just needing to do something to get the b******s heads down and stop f*****g with us.

 

This was the worst sounding fourth of July I ever heard. This one came with the sounds of guys screaming from being hit.

 

Crack...no wait that was the sound of something hitting a slab of meat. I looked over there he was staring up at me, lying in the foxhole, his eyes glazed over as if he was asleep with his eyes open.

 

I don’t remember much after that. It was like a shade of red covered my eyes like

sunglasses at night. All I remember was waking up with blood all over me. The smell of death and the taste of iron in my mouth. They say I went bazerk, the bodies in front of my foxhole said it all.

Author's Note

This is not a true story.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

There are no words to justify the horrors of war, gave me chills to read ron, I can't even fathom it....very affecting.

[ron]

Thank you Frieda. I agree there are no words to justify it.

[Frieda P]

It's no wonder soldiers have PTSD....you're welcome ron.

[Aguilar]

Wow this is horrifying I could imagine the whole story but great story you can really get the point across of war is horrible and terrifying

[ron]

Thank you Aguilar. Yes it is.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Oh my god this is heartbreaking and so horrifying .I am sorry for all the people who had to do this in the service of their country.

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Yes it is horrible when people have to kill each other.

[Vidya Bacchus]

That it is.You are welcome :)

[Sheila Kline]

Ron, this is so vivid it makes me shudder and remember the horror of the times my father lived through during World War II.
You really have expressed the horror of war in way that a reader should never forget.........WAR IS HELL!!!!!!!!!

[ron]

Wow thank you Sheila. I tried to imagine what something like that would have been like. Thank you again you are so wonderful.

[Sheila Kline]

It is like you were right there Ron!!! Great job!!

[ron]

Thank you Sheila. While I wrote it I was there in my mind. I could even taste the iron when I was done. Don't know if that's a good thing or even what it means.