I’m really not a fan of writing stories because I have never had the prefect story even when I really needed it like in GCSE or in summer school. Well those were the days but I gave it another shoot last week - its a draft and I hope you enjoy it. I was thinking of Saving Private Ryan when i wrote it.

(Flash Back)
… His bags lay next to him with his rifle on top. He didn’t pretend to understand the war. He wasn’t really sure why there was one, only that the radio said that the enemy was to blame. The war was horrible and many soldiers where dying. He looked at the photo of her in his hand. He loved her so much, he didn’t want to leave her but he had to.

At first there was blackness.

And an everlasting ringing

Wh…what happened?

The engine of the jet roared as it took off into the sky, carrying soldiers just like me off to the war. We we’re above France…

“You know the drill, get to the forest and establish a blockade, clear the obstacles and secure the road inland. DAMMIT!”
“Get ready private – jump on my count”
“One…”

(Flash Back)
…Her voice echoed…

“One day we will have our own family”
He noticed her tears and wrapped his hands around her and she held tight, while burying her head in his chest. Even in the pouring rain he could feel her tears on his chest. He held her tight and kissed her head and told her everything will be fine.

“Honey, don’t worried I promise you - I will be back and”
“…and have our own family” you see she was so mad in love that she completes his sentences

Captain Jim “Bullet” Yohandson shouted
“Son, it’s your turn, jump now”
I dived in
(Flash Back)
“…He was silently crying now, as he continued to hold her and stroke her long beautiful hair. She held on his feet as he talked towards the door. He pulled her up and held her one last time for what seemed like years, and she continued to cry her heart out. He turns and walks out and for what was a noisy night turned dreadful night with tears streaming down her face hoping it was another of his jokes.”

My heart’s still beating…I can hear it, the ringing has stopped.

“Ahh…my leg it’s broke”
Screaming in anguish.
“Quite… the Germans will hear” Beside me was my best friend Marty and wasn’t I glad to see him?

Biting my lips in anguish, “What happened Marty?”
“Plan went wrong – Germans shoot us one by one as we landed and long now they will be here and the plane is just few yards behind you”
daar (Over there) the Germans cried

“How is your leg buddy?” with a touch of smile as he lays closer

“Haha…better. Wondering how I’m still alive, what with the explosion and the crash.

Laughing my head into tears “I miss her”

Trying to pass time till the Germans got here “Where you met her?”

“Brooklyn – she had a effortless smile as I got off the 2:30 bus. She smiled at me as I walked by, and I was amazed at her beauty and I have been with her ever sense and I couldn’t image what I would be if like before I had known her. Didn’t I tell you it?

Interrupted
Leg uw handen omhoog - zoon van een teef

“What did he say?” I asked

“Tell me your story again. Nah joking Put your hands up you bitch of something” Marty replied

I look deep into the barrel of a German MP300 submachine gun pointed directly to my forehead. I knew that when captured there was no return and looking deep into the barrel and my eye lids close and deep breath

(Flash Back)

“…She though she can tell him that she was pregnant later but he might never returns. She shouts her lungs out. He runs back”

Cold water woke me; I feel and taste blood

Goedemorgen honing (Good morning Honey)

I had no idea what was he saying, i was looking for Marty, He must be dead…speaking of death, what am I?

A horrible taste fills my mouth, and I cough blood.
My stomach feels like it’s on fire and my throat feels empty.
My life flashes by my eyes…memories of events I believed I had long since forgotten.

My mother’s shining face; the feeling of my legs as I take my first steps; scoring that winning basket in a game; getting robbed at knife point; chased around New York by Al Byro boys and my one love who waits for my promise…
…But I do not see this for long, my vision is overtaken by white and I smile with her picture…

Vuur op mijn commando (Shoot on my command)

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