Jake1569872
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- Posted: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 23:53:01 +0000
Hiya, i wrote this little fictional bit on ww2. I need your opinions! ty and hope you like:
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World War II
Three soldiers trudge along in the dark, sludgy jungle. Each one had a story; each one had families, friends, and money. They left these luxuries behind for several reasons. One because he thought it would be a fun experience, one to prove his grind. But one by the name of Joe “Big Bird” Polsky was there because he knew it was the right thing. The other two went by the names of John “Sweet tooth” Lamard, and Dean “Bulk” Zoland. The last two weeks had been hell for them. They got sucked dry by mosquitoes on land and the same by leeches in the water. But now was the final stretch. After this mission, each of them will have earned enough points to get shipped home. The mission seemed simple. There was a Japanese outpost 5 clicks to the South-East. All they had to do was infiltrate the outpost and make their way to the 5th hut down. When there, they would break in the capture a Japanese Colonel. From there, they would take the Colonel back to HQ and pry some information from him. Sweet tooth led the formation to the outside of the outpost. At about 1 click away, Big Bird took out his Dragunov sniper and silenced the guard tower on the opposite side of the outpost, to draw attention away from their entrance. The squad made their way to the wall, quickly getting over it. They made their way quickly down the huts, silencing any tangos on their way. Finally they were at the 5th hut down, hopefully undetected. Now things were going to become chaotic. There just wasn’t any way to breach the hut without alerting anyone. They didn’t use C4 just in the case the target was positioned close to the door. Sweet Tooth and Bulk were positioned next to the door. Big Bird stood in front of the door; he slowly began to count down from 5 to 1 with his fingers. He hit one and quickly kicked the door the door open. To his misfortune, they were waiting for that. Bullets quickly spun through the newly opened door, tearing into Joe Polsky’s chest and arms. He fell backwards off of the small porch. In those few seconds, His life flashed before him, from when he was hugging his mother as a small child after coming back from a sleep over with his friend, to when he was graduating from college. He fell to the ground, only hearing the screaming and howling of his comrades breaking into the hut and silencing all tangos. His vision began to blur in and out, before finally he gave up and closed his eyes. That is how Joe Henry Polsky died. His comrades continued on to question the Japanese Colonel. Finally the managed to pry the information they needed from him and sent him to his death. When removing the bullets from Polsky’s body after it was shipped back to America, they found the bullet of a Nambu 8mm pistol lodged into the cardiac region. Only one person in the hut at the time of his death had that gun, and it was Colonel Akiko Kameko
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World War II
Three soldiers trudge along in the dark, sludgy jungle. Each one had a story; each one had families, friends, and money. They left these luxuries behind for several reasons. One because he thought it would be a fun experience, one to prove his grind. But one by the name of Joe “Big Bird” Polsky was there because he knew it was the right thing. The other two went by the names of John “Sweet tooth” Lamard, and Dean “Bulk” Zoland. The last two weeks had been hell for them. They got sucked dry by mosquitoes on land and the same by leeches in the water. But now was the final stretch. After this mission, each of them will have earned enough points to get shipped home. The mission seemed simple. There was a Japanese outpost 5 clicks to the South-East. All they had to do was infiltrate the outpost and make their way to the 5th hut down. When there, they would break in the capture a Japanese Colonel. From there, they would take the Colonel back to HQ and pry some information from him. Sweet tooth led the formation to the outside of the outpost. At about 1 click away, Big Bird took out his Dragunov sniper and silenced the guard tower on the opposite side of the outpost, to draw attention away from their entrance. The squad made their way to the wall, quickly getting over it. They made their way quickly down the huts, silencing any tangos on their way. Finally they were at the 5th hut down, hopefully undetected. Now things were going to become chaotic. There just wasn’t any way to breach the hut without alerting anyone. They didn’t use C4 just in the case the target was positioned close to the door. Sweet Tooth and Bulk were positioned next to the door. Big Bird stood in front of the door; he slowly began to count down from 5 to 1 with his fingers. He hit one and quickly kicked the door the door open. To his misfortune, they were waiting for that. Bullets quickly spun through the newly opened door, tearing into Joe Polsky’s chest and arms. He fell backwards off of the small porch. In those few seconds, His life flashed before him, from when he was hugging his mother as a small child after coming back from a sleep over with his friend, to when he was graduating from college. He fell to the ground, only hearing the screaming and howling of his comrades breaking into the hut and silencing all tangos. His vision began to blur in and out, before finally he gave up and closed his eyes. That is how Joe Henry Polsky died. His comrades continued on to question the Japanese Colonel. Finally the managed to pry the information they needed from him and sent him to his death. When removing the bullets from Polsky’s body after it was shipped back to America, they found the bullet of a Nambu 8mm pistol lodged into the cardiac region. Only one person in the hut at the time of his death had that gun, and it was Colonel Akiko Kameko
