I got bored and decided to write something. Besides, you guys inspire me with your awesome writing :O
So far I've only completed Chapter 1. Yes, I know it's pretty short.
Setting: World War II. Iwo Jima, Japan. 1942.
So far I've only completed Chapter 1. Yes, I know it's pretty short.
Setting: World War II. Iwo Jima, Japan. 1942.
A Soldier's Eyes
Chapter 1: The Guys
I woke to the sound of Captain Mars's barking orders rather loudly. I pulled on my breeches and scrambled out of my one-man tent. I stood at attention along side my fellow soldiers. Just by chance or fate, I ended up next to Scott. He always seemed to know what was going on. He was a bright man with a brave heart. They could torture him for an eternity before he said anything to them. The captain was on the other end of the line so I chanced a chat with Scott. I leaned over and said, "What's this all about?"
"Cap's lost his red book. Ya know? The one on Brit Warfare."
I listened to the captain and noticed he was yelling about his book. How did Scott get this information? I told you he was smart. I grinned and the captain had turned around and was looking in my direction just as I grinned.
"Do you have something to say, corporal?"
I froze. I'd just made a mistake. I'd been careless. Now cappy's going to chew my ass off. "No, Sir!"
"You've a mighty big grin on your face there. Did you take my book?"
I heard some people stifle laughs "No, Sir!"
"Drop and give me fifty!"
"Yessir!" I got lucky. It was only fifty.
In the 'Rines, as my squad mates called it, we always obeyed orders. We were taught discipline. We were taught to always respect a superior officer's rank. Never to oppose them. I easily finished fifty push ups. While the captain finished his rant about his book, I stood there still as a tree.
As I was walking back to my tent, someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and met eyes with a large, muscular, Caucasian man.
"Hey, dude! That was a real kicker back there with Cappy!"
"Hey, Smits." This was Smits. He always had something to laugh about. He was a very loose guy. You could tell him anything and he'd always help you. Unless you told him you work for the Nazis or Japs. In which case he'd drag you to Cappy and have you put into a POW camp. I could always count on these guys. They were always there for you.
Smits mimicked the captain and said "'You've a mighty big grin on your face there!' Heh, you always did seem to get in trouble with Cappy!" in a very serious tone.