The Calm before the Storm

Denjie™ wrote:It's been a quiet three days here in camp. I haven't seen any movement in the forest that's at the camp's edge. I have been here two weeks and I personally haven't seen hardly any action. Maybe that's a good thing I suppose, although, I wish I could do something besides just sitting around cleaning my gun's and smoking.

All of a sudden a bright flash tears through the darkness followed by the harsh crack of a mortar round. Brought back to reality by the sudden explosion, I dive into the trench at my right. I hear the screams and yells of those wounded surround me. Looking up over the edge of the trench, I see absolute chaos erupting around me.

Another Mortar round slams into the ground three feet in front of me. Hunching down in the trench and flicking the safety off on my rifle, I chance another look over the edge of the trench to see a handful of enemies charging towards me, spraying bullets everywhere. I swung my rifle up over the trench's edge and started unloading lead into their bodies. I could see my shots hit home by the way their bodies were jerking and falling. As soon as they were down, I scrambled up out of the trench towards the rest of my squad.

"Where the Hell have you been Private?!?" my Squad Leader yelled at me. I casted a nervous glance around and just shrugged. He didn't push the matter because, right at that moment, another wave of mortars exploded all around our position. Pointing at several gun turrets placed at small interval around the camp, my Squad Lead motions for us to get to them. I sprint for the nearest one, check to see that it's fully loaded and swing it around towards the enemies charging into the camp. Suddenly, a grenade explodes a couple feet in front of me, peppering me with dirt and debris.

Momentarily dazed, I fight through the mental haze and start to fire the gun and the direction of the enemies charging in through the blown-in wall. My adrenaline skyrockets as I jam my thumbs on the firing buttons over and over. Sensing a presence behind me, I chance a quick glance around. Out of the corner of my left eye, I see someone coming at me with a knife out and held low. I roll off the turret's platform and, in one smooth motion, I withdraw my tactical knife and throw it at the shrouded figure. It catches the him in the chest, making a low thumping sound. Checking to make he's dead, I jump back on the turret's platform and jam my thumbs on the firing buttons again.

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The entire ordeal lasted for about four hours, with my Squad sustaining minimal casualties. It's quiet as a graveyard now, the enemy retreated back into the woods, carelessly leaving their fallen comrades in the blood-saturated ground. My Squad gathers around to see who's wounded, who's dead and to give encouragement to those who survived. We all grab fresh ammo, while we have the time. Trudging back to my original post before this event, I realize I was a bit shaken and, quietly, thank God that I'm still in one piece.

Welcome to my life.

Denjie wrote:Wow......O.o totally awesome Dev!

As I pull other short stories out of my mind like that, would you mind adding that touch on them? just curious.......

Lol, vor'e ner'vod, I'd like to say I'm good at writing

I guess I could Revise your Submissions but, you ought to learn how to yourself, so they'll have your own touch, not mine.