By David Marshall
June, cruel like October. Many of us threw up in those terrifying final seconds. Some kissed photographs. Others asked God to protect us.
The ramp opened. “Go—Go—GO!”
Tat-tat-tat-tat. Bullets whizzed past or through us we tripped over each other getting out. PFFFFZZZZ—PFFFFZZZZ.
Some of us saw battered buildings and fallen soldiers before being sliced into burning pieces. Innards splattered on soggy sand. “Mummy,” we cried. For the lucky, the light just evaporated.
We aimed, we fired. We stormed forward. There was no room for I. To hesitate was to die alone.
The dead forced us to forge ahead.
Powerful narration..very well written
Thank you
Great story, very strong imagery
A very powerful short story. We owe so much to those brave few.
Great well written short story.
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Really like this story, does so much with so few words
Thank you, I appreciate it
Short but sharp story of suffering and success. Courage in the face of chaos.
Excellent.
Excellent imagery… well written… kudos…
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Well done, David.
Thank you very much for this opportunity.
Show don’t tell excellently demonstrated with this piece. I was drawn in and forgot I was reading. Was watching it unfold. Wonderful piece.
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Sends you straight into the action and the horror of battle. Well done.
Amazing piece of writing, all my hairs stood on end. Congrats!
Great work in so few words!