As some of you know, I wrote one story before. Here's another.
CHAPTER 1
Holding with brothers
1945, I'll never forget.
It was the last of Hitlers crap over the world, the Japs, they're done, I heard they dropped some weight on em. My name is John, I've been stuck in war, for a second I thought the jers shud'a dien out by now. But they ain't givin up yet. It was pouring, our troops were getting nailed, could ya imagine what it was, the 2nd battalion 'gainst an army of jers?
"John, get your lazy dog ass up there! Your not holding that gun for nothing" Shouted one of the officers. "I got no damn ammo!" Right as the officer gets his feet up he get rained on by bullets, his helmet flies of as his blood stains the rest o' me. I run my ass to his thompson and get the hell outta there. I get to the other end of the trench and I see nothing, no one.
Suddenly out of the corner I get ambushed by more bullets, as they fire I shoot to, I nail one of them right on his chest, he cries out in so much pain, I hear his dying voice. "Damnit" I shout.
As I move on I see a bunch'a crappy ass jers sittin down having a drink, I lash out my gun and spray everything I got, They all die with led pumped in em, I see them as they fall back and as even when they die, I keep shooting for the hate I have on em. The bullets I see and all the blood.
I take my knife out and keep stabbing they're Sargent. And I hear "John stop!", My brother Mat. "He's gone John, Let it go" He shouts.
"They killed him MAT!" I let go of the knife... "John WE HAVE A WAR TO FIGHT! It's done, hes gone." "He didn't deserve it!" As I shouted, I grab my knife back from the body. "Let's go John, we have to move." He says. Even though it hurts to, I do, I follow him.
We were a family of the military. Our own darn parents were officers, my dad being a Lieutenant was good but during war, he was KIA. (killed in action.) We morned out rivers so big that it could have washed the memories away. Our mother couldn't make it, she was a damn good person, but she just dropped. I guess her heart just didn't have the strength anymore to get back up.
Three days ago
Were brothers in a same squad. Me (John), My brothers Mat and Puck. "I remember when we just didn't listen to dad when he said he loved us." I say, as we morn in the rain of our mothers grave, what's worse is that, it was in Germany. "She just didn't" Mat pauses. "Just couldn't handle anything without dad." We weep. In the rain of cold. We hear gun fire, an mg, Slamming at us, we move quickly to cover, I start shooting hard to. "Oi!!! set up tha dam MG!" Mat shouts to another private. Our MG starts shooting, the fires of all the guns shake the ground, and I get up to throw a grenade, and I see what was coming. German forces...
"GOD DAMIT! WHY DID THE US NOT SEE THIS COMING!?" I shout hard. I pick up a launcher, and I see a tank but when I shoot they shoot. They slam everyone, including the our oldest brother, Puck.
Puck gets hit by a grenade.
I run to him, "god damnit puck!" then I realise his limbs are gone, "Moma, Pops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He shouts, hard at me... And I don't say a word.
I get furiously we all start shooting there guts!
At the end of the mess, there was a guy, who was taken as a prisoner, a German, I look at him for a second, then take my pistol, and he cries, but I shoot him in between his eyes, he falls hard.
PRESENT
"Have you already let go of this already MAT! HUH?!" He stops, I shout at him one more time. "NO I HAVENT ARYT! I REMEMBER WHEN HE USED TO HUG ME WHEN I CRIED, HE WASN'T JUST A BROTHER JOHN, TO US HE WAS GREAT! What they did to him was BULL **** aryt! We have a war to fight. John, your my brother, I know how you feel, and you should know, if anything happens, I love you." He stops and just carries on walking.
Really? The story is atrocious. It is a incorrect depiction of a WWII fire fight. You have watched too many HollyWood movies. First of all, never, and I mean NEVER do they put family in the same Squad, let aloan a Platoon or even a Division. They wouldn't just "ick up a launcher" for such a weapon requires specific training. Theres plenty of errors in grammar as well. I could go on but I will save you the burden.
Really? The story is atrocious. It is a incorrect depiction of a WWII fire fight. You have watched too many HollyWood movies. First of all, never, and I mean NEVER do they put family in the same Squad, let aloan a Platoon or even a Division. They wouldn't just "ick up a launcher" for such a weapon requires specific training. Theres plenty of errors in grammar as well. I could go on but I will save you the burden.
Cheers
I agree with this, but about the grammar errors, I think Legend's characters speaks informally.
