Why The Soldiers Might Hurt Me

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

Lately, I’ve been losing sleep due to being waked up in the middle of the night from the sound of guns. Other soldiers and I have to crouch down in corners and empty our calibres. I have to keep watch for my things because if not they might get stolen. In the evening, the soldiers and I are aware of the the shells tearing down the barrier. When the sun rises some of the recruits are already green and vomiting because they are too inexperienced.

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after

Ma’am, calm down!” yells another voice. Suddenly there is an eruption of voices surrounding me, yelling out medical terms and codes. I cannot distinguish my injuries from Caleb’s injuries. I decide I cannot listen to it anymore. I stop flailing and they take me out of the

Your commander’s gaze follows your finger to the colour and he hisses a curse. “Enemy troops,” he growls. “They’re trying to sneak behind and surround us.” And they are. You can see now that they’re slowly moving. By now the rest of your patrol has noticed the enemy as well, and uneasy whispers and murmurs form a low drone in the air. Fear chills you. You don’t want to die. Not here, not today.

Blind to the truth of what really happens. It’s times like this where I am forever grateful for the experience I have already been faced with gruesome events. Yet that hateful feeling of dread continues to tower over me each and every day. It’s challenging to recall what it was like for me the first I set foot on the battle field, as it seems like a lifetime ago. I suppose that I have lived a lifetime in these trenches. I wish that with every enemy I shoot it shall not say with me. A constant reminder of our sacrifices, I’m on edge as it feels like a continuous want for death. Bewildered as to when it will strike again shaken by the fact that it could be me carried away, or left in the barbarous

Everything on the battlefield was silent, I felt as my brain blocked any unnecessary senses. What made up for my hearing was somewhat of a sixth sense. I felt every movement, every breath of the enemy as everything seemed to be in slowmotion. I mow through the enemies as they had their attention averted away from me. Rage fills me as I see many of them laughing while killing my squadron. They probably looked down on us for having a woman, and on me for being a woman trying to be a sniper. Little do they know, I would be the sniper that ended their life. They finally notice me after I've taken down approximately 5 of their units. I feel as calm as ever. I feel them pull the trigger and perfectly see the bullets come through and easily dodge them without wasting any energy. I easily take out 2 more. 3 more. This was all going easily, I feel as if the tables have turned I were the one looking down on them. Until I look up and despair fills me up from my head to my toes. On the building over stand Mo’, grinning before chucking a grenade onto my building. Kling. Kling.

I ran instinctively towards the enemy, without fear, without worry. I saw an enemy; he was wearing a brown shirt. Wait, wasn’t that my uniform? I looked down, it was grey. With that information it was a reasonable enough to shoot. Bang! His head had a hole bigger than my fist; it was like a glass you could see through. I felt no remorse, he wasn’t my ally. Shots were exchanged rapidly. Each bullet flew faster than a plane, ending life as we know it. Onwards we marched into the calamity, me and my squad. I looked carefully at each face; I didn’t recognise who these people are. I looked at their name tags, I couldn’t even read it. It was in a different language, was it in German? I don’t remember them... What is going on? Before me there was an ambitious beast, the M4 Sherman. My squad got demolished by a hail of bullets from the beast. My heart

I feel a cold chill as I slide my helmet down my greasy black hair. As I rub my right hand over the smooth metal of my handgun. I listen to the crashing water bashing into the side of the boat. Suddenly it stops, to create an eerie silence. We’re here. I kneel down and tighten the laces of my boots. As I let go of the laces, I realise that my hands are shaking unbearably. I still can’t believe that this is happening and a part of me wishes that I was back home or that I could just stay on the boat as everyone else invades Cobblers Bay. The sound of the heavy thud of boots echoes throughout the room as my comrades climb up the ladder. Christian quietly sobs as we prepare are gear. We met at school and have been friends ever since. He never wanted to join the army but he had no other choice as he was a conscript like me.

He explained that there was a man wearing all black with rubber sandals, his shoulders were slightly stooped. He had a grey ammunition belt around him, a weapon in his hand slowly making his way to the middle of the trail. I saw him and freaked, so pulled the pin to a grenade and threw it near his feet.

One of the closer ones had no leg. Another had no legs at all and was crawling on the floor. Their clothes were in tatters and they were moldy and green. They were about 50 yards away climbing in cars and ripping people in half and biting them. It was like I was back in war with my special forces in the Iraq war. My senses heightened right then and there. It was like they turned back on and they were off ever since I was in war. This is war, I thought. I could hear sirens and gunshots in the distance. I started running along with

“Why are you not out crawling across the field?” exclaimed Drill Sergeant Saunders. He continued by yelling, "What are you waiting for, soldier?"

Blood from his scalp drips down his forehead As he takes another deep breath, trying to keep his tired eyes open because he knew As soon As he close them it would be his last; he will never be able to open them again. Lying in his trench wounded, he could hear the crawling of another solider coming his way. “Help.” He softly yelled due fact that he lacked energy to actually holler because of the encounter of his pain from his wounded was drowning ever last drop of power and hope that he would survive. The solider approaching him was a fellow marine, PFC Richardson, a pal of his he met while in training. As soon as Richardson saw him lying in the trench he sprint towards him and try to apply all force of pressure on his right arm to stopping

As we hopped into the waiting military trucks to the cheers of the other soldiers, I felt a sought of fulfilment. Sean led us in a military styled version Psalm 23. We all recited it with more vigour and enthusiasm. As we journeyed further into the war zone, gunshot sounds, RPG’s and grenades rented the air. I already had cold feet, and deep down in my mind, I wished it

It’s been 1 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days since the war has started. I’m doing good, my health is great, and the soldiers are doing alright. I hope the family is doing great and I can’t wait too you guys I miss you both so much and send my love to Brooklyn. How are the dogs doing? I miss them a lot. The food is terrible and it’s always cold at night and we have to sleep on the ground every night. Oh yeah me and my friends Maxwell Puls, Connor Moore, and my best friend Nick Roth also saved someone’s life about 3 weeks ago, his name is Chandler Billman and he was circled by 4 guys and Chandler was on his knees about to give up but my 3 friends and I came running up and then we disarmed them and fought them and we knocked them out but one of the held me as a shield with their knife at my neck and then Chandler came up behind him and stabbed him and saved me.