"We're at war!" Yells the commander.
I snicker remembering that we know that.
"We all know that!" I blurt out laughing.
The commander walks up to me and slams his pistol across my jaw. I shut up and touch my jaw lightly.
I moan in pain but it quickly fades. "This isn't a normal war.. This is World War II."
I froze another war? Seriously another war? "
"No no no! This isn't what I signed up for!"
Yells a man.
"If you don't like it I can shoot you on sights right here right now."
"Like you would do that." The commander snickers and pulls out his shotgun.
He points it at the head of the man.
"You wanna test me?" He asks.
"Yes. I do." He replies.
The commander pulls the trigger but all there is is a clicking sound.
"You sure?" He says cocking the shotgun.
He nods and the commander pulls the trigger once more but this time the body falls and blood begins to pour from a bullet hole.
I gasp.
"Anyone else wanna test me?!" He yells
"No sir!" Shouts everyone in unison.
I look at the body. Our commander is a murder. The chopper stops and the pilot enters the bunker.
"What is happening?!" He hollers. He sees the body.
"Who did this?! I want answers!" I step up.
"Mr pilot sir. A man challenged the commander. He thought he wouldn't shoot him just because he was whining. The commander proved him wrong by sending a bullet to say hello to his skull."
"Thank you private."
I salute and sit down. The commander looks at me but not angered. The pilot turns around and continues flying.
"Abusive much?" Mumbles Robert. The commander walks up to Robert.
"What'd you say?" He asks.
"Abusive much?" Says Robert. The commander pushes Robert against the wall.
"Hey get off him!" I yell.
I grab the commander and a fight breaks out. I throw the commander into a wall and duck a punch from a sergeant.
I elbow his stomach. A general jumps on me and punches me across the face. Robert grabs him by his pack and slams him into a wall. A boy who looks the age of 16 tries to punch the commander but is stabbed.
Robert runs to his aid I run to the commander and kick him in the gut. I find a club and slam it across his face knocking him out.
A young sergeant grabs the boy but Robert grabs the guys throat and throws him into a box full of MRE's. I run to Robert and the boy and kneel. "How ya doin here kid?" He looks at me and loses focus of Robert trying to stitch his wound.
"Decent all up to now." I smile and laugh.
"Probably the same for all of us." He smiles.
"Where you from? Kansas? Lots of boys I know with strength like yours are from good ol' Kansas."
"Yeah I'm from Kansas. You look awfully like you'd be from Canada."
He smiles and nods.
"I'm Ryan." I say and hold out my hand.
"I'm Johnson. Everyone calls me Sickle."
"Like in Popsicle?" I ask.
"Yeah but spelt differently."
He grabs my hand and gives it a firm shake.
"Done." Says Robert.
"Alright let's get you up." I say.
I throw his arm over my right shoulder and Robert throws the other around his left. We lift him up. When his leg touches the ground he hollers in pain.
"Aaaahhh!" He hollers beginning to cry.
"It's all right." I say.
We help him over to a seat and sit him down.
"Get some rest. The others will be up soon."
The boy nods and closes his eyes he soon falls asleep. I sit by him and think of those great fields back in Kansas.
YOU ARE READING
World War II
ActionA man is left with no choice but to join the American army and fight in World War Two he is nervous and his family doesn't want him to leave but the law makes him will Ryan Walter be able to survive this horrible war? Along the way he makes some fri...
