I sat with my heavy backpack waiting to enter war straight in it’s face. I sat there talking to my comrades, killing time. The backpack was to survive me for 3 weeks! The pack was filled with clothing, food and “most importantly” ammunition; at least that’s what our commander told us. I stood up to the morning breeze and the wiz of racing bullets only to get seriously wounded, by Et-300, on my left shoulder my strength arm. In seconds I was surrounded by my comrades who bandaged me up in seconds. This was life in the war.
I prepared for the run as the number one rule of war was to access your position so the best way to do that was to hide. My commander suddenly stood up and said a fine speech about how we were serving the country and how we were making him proud. He also asked us to careful but looks like he didn’t take his own advice as his head blew up into a thousand pieces. His dead body fell into my lap as I braced myself for the landing. This was life in war.
We landed with a hard knock. I couldn’t run out in time as my fellow comrades did. I used my commander’s lifeless body as a shield. Just in time as a spray of bullets stuck into his body. I scrambled for some real cover. I was scared. I was terrified but I was not going to die. I heard screams of my comrades and others. I grabbed a grenade and as silently as I could, I tried to blow the bloody enemy up. I scaled the hill trying to reach the top. I climbed as my comrades got hacked down. I saw the enemy and he saw me. I stared into his eyes and he into mine. Now my real war had begun. This was life in war.
BOOM! The rock next to me got blown as that guy launched a rocket missile at me. A sudden burst of energy shot into me. I knew what this was…. Adrenaline. The body pumps most of the blood to the needed parts for maximum agility, vision and hearing. I heard a soft whistle of ignition of the gunpowder in the launcher. I quickly took off my bag and did a double flip towards the man. I jumped over the rocket and for a split second hung in the air. WHACK! The man got slapped across the face as I kicked him in the face. I smiled that my karate lessons did come in use and it would for my son too… my son. This was life in war.
I hid behind the rock as the ET-300 our primary target was to get destroyed. I moved and I got shot in the left leg, my strong leg. I limped to a radio transmitter that was lying nearby. I grabbed it asked for backup but got no response. I knew what I had to do. I ran as fast as I could with adrenaline on my side. I threw a grenade on the last second of death and BOOM! The et-300 was gone. BANG BANG. I felt a severe pain run through my body as the final shots of the monstrous artillery slammed in the left side of my chest and the left side of my waist. I laughed. This was life in war.
I fell to the ground with a THUD!
I wasn’t going to die. I couldn’t see anything; everything was fuzzy and weird. l couldn’t hear anything; everything was just a soft shout in the silent wind. My man came and started screaming to me that the war was over, that the war over. All I heard was over. My man looked at me, my best mate looked at me, and my best man looked at me. The lieutenant latter quoted he smiled a lot and only said this one phrase all the time “I wasn’t going to die”.
Later, my best mates and old chaps with my wife and kid attended the ceremony of achievements and rewards. They all said what a great fun loving and awesome warrior I was. They all said I deserved to achieve this award for the top soldier and that they were proud of me. I lay there with a smile. I lay there with bright eyes. Content. Happy. At ease. Dead.
