Slow Motion

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Remains

After all the chaos we collected their spare ammunition and checked for anything that we could benefit from, but there was one problem at hand. One of our 8 soldiers was severely wounded and needed medical attention quick. His name was Sam Benton, a quick agile man always there when you need him, but now he needed us. He had been shot in the leg twice and his stomach had been cut badly from a sharp knife. We abandoned our mission of finding a safer hiding place to take Sam back to the shelter.

He was screaming in pain as we passed him through the shelters hatch to the focused soldiers below. They laid him on the bed and examined his wounds. Our soldier with a medical degree said that his cuts could get infected from the mud that was being sprayed everywhere throughout the battle. His leg was bleeding everywhere; all of us rushed to clean as much blood as we could and covered his leg in any pieces of cloth we could find.

*A few hours later*

Unfortunately Sam Benton died that day lying on the shelters rotted bed with severe wounds that could not be healed by our medical soldier. In the first hour after he had been injured he started complaining about the wounds. A couple hours later he couldn’t bear the pain and was loosing way too much blood to survive. We had a moment in silence for Sam, it was heart breaking, but like all the others we had to move past this death and focus on what was ahead of us.

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It was now night time and the moon was hidden behind the clouds which would make it hard to see outside. Another 8 of us went outside to check for any Japanese within eye shot. There was no one so we assumed that it was safe to go to sleep if we locked the hatch from the inside. We all went to sleep, except me. I was kept awake by the thought of the Japanese soldiers breaking into the shelter and killing us all, so I sat on the cold concrete floor and guarded my fellow sleeping soldiers.

When morning came I was fast asleep lying on the floor of the shelter all curled up in a ball. Tom thought I looked like a girl so he took a photo of me on his phone and showed everyone else while I was still asleep, so I had no idea he took it! I got over it pretty quick, so did everyone else.

We all poked our heads out of the hatch on the roof and looked around for any Japanese soldiers…none. I thought there would be some out and about by now but we couldn’t see anyone, until about 50 of them walked around the corner of a bombed out building. We all ducked our heads and locked the hatch closed before they noticed we were there.

After the hatch had been locked we all gathered up our guns and stood at the hatch ready for anything. If we heard a tapping noise we knew that the Japanese were trying to fool us into thinking they were one of our guys. If we heard a banging noise it meant they were planting a bomb on the hatch to blow it open, but they probably don’t know that it is so tough it can survive over 3,000 bomb blasts. Unf0rtunately that was probably not enough.

If we heard a squealing noise it meant that they were using some sort of weapon that could burn through metal. On the other hand, if they burnt through it there is a system installed in the hatches centre that detonates if it has been burnt through more that half way around it. Our defense systems were very useful, but the Japanese had more advanced weapons and defense, so we have no chance at winning to blow up their shelters.

We sat there waiting until we heard a noise that gave us some sort of clue as to what they were doing. Then we heard it…the noise was nothing we had ever heard before…it was the noise of crackling, as soon as we heard it the shelter went cold and the hatch…smashed!