Now when I say funny , he didn't have big shoes or a red nose just some of his thoughts and ideas were a bit peculiar. I remember walking through the zoo one day just a split second decision perhaps I wanted to entertain my inner child I'm not quite sure. As I was passing the monkey cage I saw the zoo keeper acting quite odd he was...
Mia's clouded mind was slowly coming to surface of consciousness. Before she could open her eyes the world was already wildly spinning. With one eye open just a slit she tried to figure out where she was it felt like the ground was moving. All she could see was grey gunmetal walls she then realized the ground wasn't moving she was, in the back of a van.
Thomas tried to ignore the voice in his head because he knew it had to be just unbridled irrational fear but it sounded so real. The threat felt real. His palms started to sweat and his heart began to race as his adrenaline started pumping through his veins. He was going to face it he could feel eyes boring into his back with a final breath...
Despite knowing that we had new weapons that would kill the enemy slowly and painfully, I was looking forward to using them knowing that I will kill my enemy's with one throw of a grenade. When I picked up the grenade the general screamed at me. "PUT THAT DOWN BOY" I immediately dropped it back into the small area of chemicals. He said " You have no Idea how to use one of theses, I will be sure you have a punishment" The general walked around the trench with his cigar in his mouth I kept thinking to my self, please ... Read More
It's been a few weeks the score was in level. Our general came to us. He made a soundless sigh with a cigar in his mouth. He declared the whole squad will be using special types of grenades from now on, pointing at the small chest. In the chest, there were a bunch of rather light grenades, and masks. I knew what this was. A gas. A weapon that could break this long held stalemate. Funnily, I was happy. Something must have gotten into me. I know I've been in war, and in this trench of blood for quite some time ... Read More
Im starting to think I should have listened to mother and signed up for a job in the medical center or even the kitchen. Out here in the battlefield, it gets cold and depressing watching as my once friends become distant memories of war. I hear stories from the Christian Hospital on the hill that many of our soldiers are not healing from the wounds. Our numbers grow lower with infantry and our trenches grow less crowded. That evening I was in one part sector of a trench with a couple of my mates I grew fond towards. We were quietly ... Read More
It gets worse everyday. I can just feel it. The trench walls seem to be closing in tying to suffocate me. I've forgotten the smell of roses and fresh cut hay back home. All I can smell is thick smoke, rotten bodies everywhere and the stench of rotten bodies everywhere.Wherever I go I see splatters of blood, I cannot bear this anymore... The sky is dark grey, sunlight barely penetrates through the thickness of the smoke. Fortunately the rain clears it all up from time to time. But these trenches get flooded and the humidity and dampness of our small chamber ... Read More
My mind is going insane. Every minute in the trench is a hell. Gunshots everywhere,dead people everywhere and opposition keep bombing us. I can't take it anymore. I couldn't even get a nice and peaceful sleep. Yesterday, half of the troops were killed. Today, most of my friend lost their human organs. Legs and arms are missing, soldier can't barely stand up and fight. It's a nightmare for a young soldier like me. I, I..I just can't.. do this. After an hour of hell, I'm considering to set a journey to Tibet and become a zen monk. I know its almost ... Read More
The little sleep I get is tormented with bloody visions of the destructive chaos that I witness while I'm awake. The line between reality and the dream-world has become so blurred that I can barely tell the difference. It feels as if even though my unconscious mind still can't wrap itself around the idea of death becoming routine. Every day is the same. We shoot at the opposite trench for a while until they come out to attack, many of us die but then they tire and we attack until we begin to lose numbers and retreat, the whole process starting ... Read More
There is nothing I can do about finding Zen in the middle of warfare.I have to focus on surviving the war instead of dreaming about something that is, considering the situation, completely unachievable.But surviving may be harder then it seems. The conditions we live in are extremely bad. More and more solders is getting sick every day. With all the bombing going on, hygiene is something we don’t think about. Most of the time we sleep in or clothes and sometimes we have to scrape of lice, with a blunt edge of a knife. Not to mention the constant sound of ... Read More
I spent all night contemplating what is about to unfold. I have yet to decide weather i should kill for my country, or choose to abandon the war, and proceed to follow my desire to become more 'zen'. I hate the thought of having to take another mans life, and i wish i could just walk away from this hell and follow my spiritual path. I have dreams of visiting a monastery in Tibet, and getting taught there by the zen monks that live in the mountains. However this dream is not likely to become reality, because i am forced to ... Read More
Anyway, I'm starting to get a bit restless and agitated being in here. Obviously, there's that whole saving the country and fighting for your people aspect that makes you feel like you're part of something important, but isn't there supposed to be a deeper philosophy coming at me from all the time that I've spent here? Being with kooks like Pert and spending every day worried that today might just be the last day I get to be alive... Dad always told me "your experiences are what makes you, you" but honestly I thought that by now I'd have learnt plenty ... Read More
But what Pert didn't know was that Rodney from C company was out to get him for sleeping with his girlfriend even though they've been on a break for a couple of years. Rodney seems like a hot head and I didn't know whether to help Pert and face the consequences of losing most of my teeth or just let Pert take the beating for me. Anyway, Rodney is still overseas and won't be back for another month so I guess I'll be fine for a while. Everyone loves Pert but I think that they're all hoping that Rodney comes back ... Read More
Other guys used that to their advantage at times and Pert knew it. I am not sure what made us so close? Maybe it was the fact that he is the main reason that I got laid so much or the fact that he saw me as a sort of puny little sheep that he needed to mold into a man. Either way the only way to describe Pert was that he was like that Greek Creature the Chimera, the combination of a lion, a snake and a goat.
fat.Pert on the other hand is just about as the closest human equivalent to a boar hog that I have ever seen aside from the tusks protruding from his skull.. To hear him tell it he was always somewhat of a hooligan in his younger years. In fact he claimed he had been beaten up so many times that punches no longer affected him and I believed it too. It was not just punches either but also boards, bottles and even one time a copper kettle. His idols all seemed to be outlaws and or fighters, guys like Billy the ... Read More
Girls love a man in uniform, at least that is what I was always told by the surly, old vets at the Bitter Pickle dive bar in Lexington, and to a certain degree; it’s true. What is more certain though is that men in uniform love girls, and that is exactly the way I would describe all the degenerates in my regiment especially my buddy Epert. Most of the guys call him Pert for short, when I first met Pert in boot he was the first guy that actually took the time to look me in the eye and tell me ... Read More
Once he got thrown in ther grand canyon the wind took his ashes and cblew them in the gtrill of a car and then it flew out and a tour bus hit it and it took it back to his home town and it flew in his houses vent and his mom drank some tea and the ash flew in the cup.