With My Last Breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a short story I wrote about a man in the Vietnam War.

Submitted: January 05, 2009

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With My Last Breath

The HU-1A Helicopter shook as the Rocket Propelled Grenade struck the tail rotor and the giant bird being to spin faster and faster then struck the ground with a loud crash. Private First Class Jack Fame crawled out of the wreckage and laid his back against the shell of the helicopter. Everywhere around him bullets snapped and popped off the ground, he checked the magazine of his M-16A1. He had half a clip pulse 1 more 20 round magazine, not a lot. He now looked down at his body and saw his clothes were bloody and dirty, but he was unhurt. Everyone else, Sergeant Burns, Jimmy and the rest, all lay dead inside the helicopter.

He stood to run and get away from the crash before the North Vietnamese got to the position, but as he stood he felt a horrible pain in his left leg and he fell back against the wreckage. He raised his weapon and fired athree round burst into the chest of the enemy that had shot him. Now, Jack knew he wasn't going anywhere, but he didn’t have time to think on that as he could hear more Viet Cong approaching. He raised his weapon to his shoulder and readied himself. Three of them came running out of the brush but apparently didn’t see him. He fired full automatic into the group, then stopped to reload his M-16 as the last body fell. As he thumbed the release to close the weapon's action, another man ran around the corner an saw him on the ground. Both men fired their weapons at the same time, Jack felt a pain in his stomach as if someone had driven a hot nail into his gut. The pain made him drop his rifle and when he looked up he saw the man he'd shot at lying on the ground, unmoving.

Pfc. Fame looked down and saw his blood pouring out all over his uniform, he knew he was dying. Now he cared only for one thing to see her face one last time, he used his blood drenched hands to pull out the picture of his girl . She looked so beautiful; her blonde hair and blueeyes, she was smiling at the camera. She had sent him the photograph in her most recent letter to him.Jack smiled as a tear drop rolled down his cheek, the pain was mostly gone and he felt cold. He laid his head back and as the last breath left his body he whispered her name “Holly..."


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