Lives for Lest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story started in 1960, when a soldier by the name of Jonro Brockovich, starts in the army force. After leaving his family and friends in japan, he leaves to prolong the life and security of his country and finds himself in some sticky situations. This story is about determination, love, life, loss and adventure. A key outlook to the way our ancestors lived.

Submitted: May 07, 2012

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For it all started in the June of 1960; setting, a brisk and dominant scene of mist corrupting the ever valiant skies, flowers slightly blooming as the mid winters frost determines the seas serene nature. For I am in Japan. I have just recently assigned in the war, ready for the scarce lively atmosphere, the killings and the nightmare of it all. Walking; slightly jogging amongst the darkness the darkness of the Tokyo streets, I have approved to joining and slowly await the arrival of my future. I arrive at the navy air base. Innocence fills the air.

I slowly hobbled up the steps, and see myself guilty of the chance. As I seat myself on the large and rather eerie atmosphere of an army jet liner, I am strapped in. the feeling of self-remorse flies past my mind.

We arrive in Afghanistan. Bombs, guns and the horror of it all blears into my delicate ears. “SUIT UP!!” demands our leader, announcing our fate. IO is suddenly geared up in armour, camouflaged into the dark nature, with no intention of giving up; I sense a mortifying feeling within myself. Enemies, I sense are on the way, I hide and am clearly horrified. My group are all devoted to the killing.

War starts, bullets, mines and bombs are set to defend. A few shots from the enemies are amongst us. I slowly grip my hands, shivering on to my AK-47 shot gun. I then cock it and pull the trigger, in surprise. The surprise of me, being there fighting for my country was just mentally rewarding. I repeat many times (and I mean) many of times until I have served up a delicious and satisfying dish of human pie. I then across to another shelter to receive yet another gun from a good friend who joined me on the journey. His name was Joseph. As I slowly7 let my hands slip away top the gun he says to me in true honesty. “May this gun bring another expansive life, another life with us as friends. May you save yourself and bring us closer as mates.” Said Joseph in determination. I then leave him and quickly run back to the shelter of where I was based with courage that nothing could defeat me.
 

We then hear that we are under attack and follow on our destiny. I admit, I felt rather guilty shooting down the few civilians. They had lives to live and love to give to their loves but I guess, this was meant to be. The war was designed for defence and sorrows, not for fun and games. Many people had been killed by my group at that time. I walked around, with safety lingering on my mind and sought over the dead. Then, it was time to make our way back to base.

Many more of the members of the other defence came and defended themselves by shooting many of the ones remaining in our crew. I felt remorse as I looked into the eyes of the innocent. I was just proud of myself to have still been on this earth at the time. It seemed as if we were to shoot the whole population of the country, with the 20 odd remaining. The fact that In was there alone with yet a heart inside my body, I  tire and slowly take rest. I woke up to “What the hell?!”. Yes, I had seen the entire opposite shelter to ours blasted into cinders and ashes. With the only remains being the shoes on their feet and the occurance of their souls, being warped away from the faults of life. This included my best mate, of whom remained close to my heart. I was mentally disturbed at the fact that his world had ended before my eyes. It was time to move on. With now, about 5 people to defend our country. Having lived in Japan and having seen what our country was made of made me stronger. The belief of Joseph was also the main thing that kept me determined to serve and not to give up.

 

There we al were, just awaiting the sound of a bullet shell, popping in am ongst the black smoke of the atmosphere. Then, they all came. It felt like they were coming out by the handful. We had to shoot, therefore we did. Many shots were missed, Many bullets were gained into the flesh of our country. We were left with sticks and stones, to well, in this case break their bones. We were nearly at our last resort but knew that for our country, the fight was worth it. We had bombs and mines galore and had to use them. After it slowly calmed down around us, we planted many of the grenades, self-setting bombs and the mines for the enemies to come on to.

Next day, I woke up in the darkness of the country, gunshots were heard about a mile away. I just knew in my instincts that I had to get up for another day on the force. We were left with the last weapons and they had to do us for the next week. For it turned out that all of the mines, grenades and bombvs were successful. The corpses left me in a good mood, guiltily.

We were scarce of everything and had to steal. It turbned out that as we went, all the bodies were scattered amongst the fields and was actually time to go home after a certain member had got the date wrong. The plane was here and I reluctantly walked in after the deaths had me distraut for the following up days until we left.

As we arrived back in the home country, Japan, I was shocked of proudness as we had reached our final intention. To come home for life once again. As our last remaining officers left the plane, the families of the ones who had died were distraut, with me being in the mix but life had to go on and we all had to deserve something for the work we done. I walked fthrough the crowds and left to my family. I was so proud of myself and happy to be home.

 

 

The End

As I safely slept, It felt as if the whole thing was yet a dream, but as of the memories from Afghanistan, I had picked up a pebble for good luck. For this definitely made a mark on me and my life as a soldier. I put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out that pebble. Maybe I didn’t imagine it after all. \\

 


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