Random writing P1
I am going to write something on the spot out of the top of my head..just for fun:
He was running as fast as he could ducking under the hail of gun fire. The rounds whizzed by his head, he dived for a fallen tree and slammed his back against the sturdy wood. He scanned no man’s land as it lay before him, strewn with bodies of the dead and dying. Body parts lay between the bodies and around the craters that were left due to the endless artillery flung from both sides.
He leaned around the fallen trunk squeezing the trigger, he felt the kick of his M1 Grand against his shoulder as a round flew from the end of his rifle. He sighted a German helmet sticking above the ground. He squeezed his trigger again and watched the pink mist hang in the air as the head quickly disappeared from sight, the bandoleer flew from the rifle with the metallic ting he was so familiar with. Leaning back and reloaded his rifle waiting. A soldier ran and slid up against the tree with him “Welcome to my lovely tree fort. Whats your name?” the soldier pushed his rifle over the top of the tree and fired towards the German foxholes “Watson”.
He felt the enemy machine gun rounds bury into the tree making the whole thing vibrate against his back. “Well Watson got any cards?” “Cards? Why?” “Because we aren’t going anywhere, if we try and make it to our lines they’ll likely shoot us thinking we are Germans, we cant go forward because they know we are not German. So either we wait for another charge or we run and die in a charge. “Well if it weren’t for our dumb ass officer’s getting half our lines killed in one charge, we might be sitting in a foxhole with our pals not worrying about running out of ammo” he smiled “You know that is their job most of us get killed, some one gets desperate and pulls a hero card out on the Germans. Then the lucky son of a bitch gets to go back stateside and drive around the country asking for people to buy war bonds.”
“Gotta love it” he shook his head and pulled his colt 9-11 hand gun and checked his ammo “not really, I am going to need to find some ammo soon or its trench knives and bayonets.” Watson looked around “We can find some, look around us it is a supply field.” He looked and saw what Watson was talking about, his comrades their bodies still had unused ammo and k rations. He looked towards Watson “Who wants to cover who and who wants to go get what we need?” he didn’t hear anything from Watson and looked towards him ” I am not sure who’s got more guts?” Watson looked at him and sighed “I will take care of it Watson but you better warn me if the Germans charge I don’t want to have my ass hanging out in the wind when they come.
Watson nodded “Don’t worry I have you covered, take your knife and your pistol you might need them.” “I will, and my rifle.” he slung it over his back and using the tree to cover his movement he crawled out towards the first body and tapped it. He waited for a response and got none, he leaned up pulling it closely to himself and patted the body down pulling out ammo clips and the cans of K rations. He put the items in the dump bag and crawled back to the tree “Any good stuff?” “just what we need, some food some ammo we don’t need anything else.” “I know just asking if you had fun” “no”
He recounted his ammo and looked at Watson “I have twenty bandoleers and four clips for my pistol.” Watson looked over his pack “I have around the same, how long do you think we should wait?” “not long I hope, I think we should wait for a charge from our side and use that as our move time.” “What if the Germans charge first?” “then we hold them back with what we have, and hope for the best.” “yea….lets cross our fingers on that.” He listened intently noticing that it had just become deathly quiet. “Something is not right, its gone too quiet” Watson listened and nodded “we should be prepared for anything” he whispered softly. He heard movement on the other side of the tree. He pulled his pistol out and leaned over the top of the tree and opened fire, a scream broke the night and he ducked down quickly as the enemy line opened fire. Watson pulled closer to him “God dammit Gareth you had to bring the wrath of them on us?” he pushed closer to the log “We couldn’t let them sneak up on us, Do we have any?! grenades?” “umm I have two, that’s it.” “okay never mind we will save them for last chance then.”
“All right, you obviously have a plan.” “sort of Watson, sort of” He heard a whistle coming from above “Incoming mail!” he curled himself into a tight ball as a blinding white flash broke the darkness of the night, followed by a bone rattling shock wave that brought with it mud sticks and more body parts. Watson tapped him on the shoulder and he lifted his head Watson was holding his stomach tightly. “It seems those dam-” he cringed “officers got me killed” he pulled Watson close to him and moved his hand. He pulled his medical kit from his pouch and ripped open the sulfa powder pouch pouring over the shrapnel wound.
“Watson pull the shirt open slightly bud” Watson pulled at his shirt letting him see better. “how bad is it Gareth?!” “Dont worry bud I have you” he used a gauze pad and wiped away the blood. The hole was jagged and deep. He wrapped a hand around watson’s back and felt for a hole but didn’t find any. “watson it is probably nothing more than just shrapnel, you dont have a exit wound in your back so we have to keep you still” watson pushed him away “dont waste your aid kit I am done, just hit me with morphine and let me be.” He went into his kit and pulled out a morphine tube and pushed it into Wantons leg and broke the glass stopper sending the morphine into Watsons body.
“Its going to hit you in a second buddy.” He leaned back against the tree and peeked over the top of the tree. The Germans were quiet, he sat back down “Looks like we are all alone buddy” watson looked at him “you will be even more alone when I am gone” he patted watson “you’re not going anywhere buddy. You are staying here with me, you’ll go home and grow old stateside.” “hardly possible, I dont think I will make it to much longer Gareth” he silently prayed for a miracle. ” Just keep awake buddy I wont be able to stop a charge by my self.” “bull shit, you should of been a SGT Gareth.” “Eh I am not worried about it watson just stay calm and keep breathing and keep pressure on it. I cant do much out here you are going to need a medic.”
A shrill whistle blasted three times coming from his line and he smiled “See watson the reinforcements are coming. Watson moaned “If they make it this far.” He heard the German lines open up and he grabbed for a grenade and pulled the pin “They will.” He counted and lobbed it over the tree and heard the explosion, creating a lull in the Germans gun fire. He leaned over the top of the tree and let loose with his M1 Grand. He looked back and saw the shadows of the approaching line behind him. He fired again and reloaded, two more soldiers dropped in beside him. The two soldiers open fired with him “We need a runner I need a stretcher, and a medics.” The soldier on his left took off yelling for a medic. “see watson!?” He looked and saw watson nod slightly “cmon bud stay with me.” He squeezed off a few more rounds. He looked back to see medics running up. He ducked back and yelled to the medics “Shrapnel wound to the lower abdomen, I put one morphine stick in him about fifteen
minuets ago.” They put him on the stretcher and took off under the cover of the tree and cover fire.
more to come i am sure
So i guess this is it for the night..if you’re new around here. Welcome to the world of Gareth De Lionourt. It’s twisted…kinda insane..but its home. You’re welcome to look around, say what you want…do what you want..just realize, I am not perfect..I am not like you..or any one you will ever meet in more ways than 1. I am just me..take me…leave me..love me..hate me..I dont care..probably never will.
~*Sweet Nightmares*~,
Gareth