Not all is fair in love and war

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short storie about a boy living in viatnam and how his favorite place get turned into his nightmare.

Submitted: October 18, 2008

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The forest before that day was my playground. My only source of real fun during the war it was always untouched by the fighting and seemed to
hundreds of miles away when me and my friends played there.
 
The forest after that day would become a dark twisted place... like an enemy.
Where once light shone and happy thoughts were born darkness over come and death overcast it... After that day.
 
I was 12 at the time and was playing with my Friends in forest near my house. I had forgotten about the time because we were having so much fun but soon realised that it had been quite a while since I'd left and my father had asked if i could go back early and help with getting food ready for me my dad and mother.
As soon as I realised how long I'd been i said my goodbyes and this always took longer than it should as my friends would always beg to just play one more game before i left and although i shouldn't have i obliged this time.
After i finally broke away i began the walk home laughing as i walked remembering all the crazy things me and my Friends had done and said. jumping in and out of bushes pretending to be soldiers shooting each-other and all the crazy bugs we found and frightened each-other with.
My friend had hid one on my shoulder and the thing crawled up in to my vision. needless to say I got very frightened and after brushing it off went running away screaming. i was scared at the time but now was laughing at how i must have looked when i spotted it..
 
The walk was over now and i could see my home a little way off and wondered what my father was going to say when i walked through the door.
I was late and that could only mean that he would be angry at me after asking me to help.
I would get the same old "Me and your mother work all day to feed you and all we ask is a little help every now and then" and although it was never really that bad i knew i would have to stand there listening to it for 10 minutes witch was always boring.
After i stood and thought about this i braved it and walked up to the front of my house. I stopped for a second and turned, I don't know why exactly but i turned and looked about the rest of the village and noticed it was noticeably quieter than it usually was. after a few seconds i put it being down to meal time and every body must be eating, turned and walked in.
 
I walked slowly as i entered listening for my father moving about ready for him to jump out screaming at me for being late.
As i walked through though i noticed like outside it was quite but ..... a little too quite.
I called for my father knowing only he would be here as my mother would still be away working.
I called again but there was no answer. I walked in a little further and herd something in the kitchen move.
I walked through to the kitchen thinking it was my father playing a trick on me and maybe wasn't so cross with me after all.
 
I entered and there he was... my father. he was a good looking man my father i always looked up to him and hoped i could one day grow up to look as strong and hansom as he was.
All the strength and composia that i had looked up too seemed gone now though.
My father was on hes knees with his nose bleeding and cuts all over his face. The man with the gun stood over him with the gun pointed at his head. when the gunman saw me he hit my father with the base of the gun and shouted "I told you to be quite".
My father gripped his head in his hands and shouted back "this is my son, he lives here".
 
The gunman looked at me and shouted for me to come over but my father looked at me and shouted "run my son, run".
The gunman hit him again and I went to run over to him.
My father shouted again "don't worry about me son I'll be fine go and find your mother and stay safe".
It pained me to but i thought in that split second if i run i could go and get help. I turned to the door i had just came from and run as fast as i could. It did me no good though as i ran another man stepped in front of me from out side and caught me with a hammering blow to the head with what i could only imagine was his gun.
 
In those few minutes i was unconscious i dreamed of being back at the forest again with my Friends playing. I dreamed of us playing wars again and jumping out of the trees to scar one of my friends. My friend laughed and fell over pretending to be shot.
I did it again to another friend but this time he did not laugh. He just stood there looking straight at me blankly.
I looked again and he was standing with a gun pointed at me in that moment i felt such fear and in an instant i woke.
 
One of the gunman was standing over me, shaking me "wake up boy" "wake up".
I got up to my knees and noticed my father was kneeling in front of me.
He was looking at me and the fear had gone from his face now. He was looking at me in this way not because he wasn't afriad but to try and stay strong for me and to help me feel less afraid. I knew this even then but i what i didn't realise till after was that it was also partially because he already knew what he's fate would be now and he had come to except it. he's only hope now would be to stay strong for his son and be a father to the bitter end.
 
My father was a worker for the army. Not a soldier as such but a worker who helped build the tunnels that were so vital to us having a strong chance of wining this war. When the men with guns came they must have seen some the plans my father had for the tunnels and assumed he could tell them more. My father didn't have more though, he was a worker not someone who would have any say in where the tunnels would start or stop and so was only given parts of the plans at a time to help him build them. All this my father had told them but it meant nothing.
 
My father was struck again and he winced in pain, not like he had before though . He was staying strong and now i was awake he was staying silent.
One of the men the turned to me and the other stood to the side of my father putting the gun to the side of his head.
The other gunman then walked to me and hit me. wanting to stay strong for my father as he had for me i got straight back to my knees and spat the blood from my mouth. I looked straight back at my father who was still looking straight at me trying to pass his strengh to me.
"Tell us boy", "Tell us where the other plans for the tunnels are". 
With no answer to give  I kneeled in silence still looking at my father knowing no matter what i said would make a difference.
"Tell us boy or we'll kill your father" at his point i felt numb looking, searching for something in my head i could tell them to make them stop.
"I'm giving you ten seconds boy, otherwise say your goodbyes"
My father still looking deep into my eyes then nodded, i knew this nod was meant to say goodbye. He could not say it aloud for fear he would crack and his strengh would buckle.
 
The gunman started counting and i began to panic. this was the last ten seconds of my fathers life and there was nothing i could do about it.
I looked at him and he could see i had started to panic. He just looked at me and smiled.
This stopped me in my tracks that this great man... my father would stay this strong for me in the last moments of his life.
His smile then faded and he shook his head as if to say don't panic son this can't be helped.
 
"Three,Two, one"
 
Then it came.........
 
The thunder of the gun came.
 
I kept staring at my father. he hardly even seemed to flinch.
In the split second i shut my eyes i saw nothing.
I watched now with my eyes wide open waching the life slowly drain from his eyes for what seemed like forever.
He fell to the ground more slowly than i though he would and stopped.... everything stopped and reality came crashing down around me.
The strengh my father was passing to me was now suddenly taken away and i let out the loudest scream I've ever known.
I got up and ran over to him hugging him hoping he would move .... but I knew he wouldn't.
 
The gunmen stood there watching for a moment and i don't know if it was my scream, realisation or just completion of their mission but they just looked at each other and left........ Job done.
 
I sat there holding my father for a while crying and telling him i love him when i realised where we were.
When i was unconscious they must have transported us here so no one else came back to the village to catch them.
Here they could do what ever they wanted and no one would here..... It was my forest..... my playground.
 
When ever I've been back there i just just see the same thing over and over... Me screaming kneeling over my father.
 
God i hate that place.


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