the old man with those peircing eyes and grizzled exterior sat,
in a slight daze he looked at the teens surrounding him.
he looked at their eager eyes,
and shook his head slowly.
"you wanna hear about the war i was in do you?"
the kids all nodded
"well" he sighed.

"there was a time,
"when my platoon and i had to sneak through a city.
"by the name of Verdougne.
"it was one of the scariest moments of my life."

"we had snuck through the enemys perimeter,
"we were using the sewer system,
"through the slop we trudged.
"trying to make as little noise as possible.
"becouse our lives depended on it."

~the smell,
of death, gunpowder, gore and fire.
that sharp scent that marks all veterens for life,
in their dreams and in their memories.

"we came up in the town square, and started to fortify it,
preparing for the platoons behind us to come.
after 2 hours of fortifieng the positions,
we broke out of the positions.

Short story by Ian
Read 942 times
Written on 2006-02-23 at 03:52

Tags Fear  War  Experience 

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OMG i can't believe you wrote that