Boondocker's Diary: Page 11

DEAD MEN DON'T WALK:

Threads of sanity remain in battle; this is why we survive. It's the insanity that causes us to do what we have to do. Some call it instinct; I call it the will to live!

Faint sounds in the distance; unnatural, hellacious, disturbing. We hold our positions, and we prepare.

“Fix bayonets, we are under attack.”

They are coming and we must fight.

SOMEONE WAKE ME, THIS MUST BE A NIGHTMARE!

The roar of their voices is deafening; they run at us as though they are invincible. They are not... Neither are we.

OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN:

We strain to obey orders, “Hold your fire!”
100 yards and closing, we must maintain discipline. 75 yards, and there seems to be hundreds of them!

WHAT AM I DOING HERE?

They have contorted faces, their eyes are glazed. We are Marines; we are in control; we will consume our enemy.

50 yards, “Fire at will!” M14's explode, full metal jackets launch.

PLEASE GOD, PLEASE GOD!

The enemy falls and are trampled by their own, still advancing, still screaming, their weapons ablaze. Slow motion, the battle rages, life's blood absorbs into the ground.

UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!

The toll is heavy and bodies are everywhere, moaning. The cry for help is understandable in all languages.

DIE YOU SUNSABITCHES!

We have taken casualties, even our wounded continue to fight. We are Marines. The roar has stopped, the enemy advance has ceased. We take a casualty count. We have suffered loss. The dead and wounded are removed to the rear area. We wait and we listen. Darkness falls upon us. Silence...

DON'T WANNA KNOW WHO DIED, DON'T WANNA KNOW

Anxious eyes search the night, dreading, fearing. Morning has come and we stare in wonder; the ground was littered with the enemy, high body count. Nothing is left. Not a trace, just drag marks, my God!

WHERE ARE THE DEAD?

They were less than 25 yards away. They have vanished in the night. They had returned for their dead, yards away! In silence...

DEAD MEN DON'T WALK:

Or do they?

Boon...

Richard D. Preston
©1999

Page created: Sunday, 28 May 2000

 

 

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