Surrounded By Mines

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its about a man that goes out to war, named Sgt. Glenn Hawkins and has to defeat the Nazis in a true story of World War 2. This story deplicts the hardships of the war and what can happen when your in the military.

This is the sequal to "Diary Of Pain" which will be up shortly, the source that it is saved on is not with me.

Submitted: May 23, 2007

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Surrounded By Mines

It was the call that had gotten me excited. They wanted me back into duty, to clear the Nazis out of hidden camps in Germany. Same old stuff, you go out there, shoot some people, come home, eat and sleep. That's it how it went all the time. But this time I had a feeling it was going to be different. There could have been 3,000 Nazis in there, with little tunnels and trails in the woods connecting all the camps. Or we could go there, and find 3 people sitting in a hut watching TV, smoking cigars, and eating while playing poker. You never know what to expect. I had recovered from my previous wounds and they wanted me to serve 3 more years or so of time. Well, at least that's what I heard. Since I always lived in Jersey, them people down at Fort Dix thought I owned the place. I was down there all the time. Even though I was going to college at the time, I always skipped a few days to sit with my squad and platoon and watch some TV on The Battleship New Jersey. That's when it sometimes came around and docked for a few days. Maybe even take a plane or helicopter out for a spin. I had gotten all the training I needed from Fort Dix and all the training you could ever have. I was prepared for everything. All of America's troops had been victorious in many wars, so this was going to be easy as making cereal. We had a pretty big fleet coming to help attack the camps. We had a convoy of four ships, two battleships and two that carried planes. And maybe about 3,000 or more people, so that mean there is 3 platoons of 1,000 people, and 5 troops with about 200 people in each. We didn't need so many, but we needed to be prepared or them Nazis, or as we all call them, Naz. So we set of to Germany, and we had a long ride by boat, but my platoon and squad took a plane there, and we all had voracious appetites for some good cheeseburgers, and none of that Nazi crap you would find in them huts they lived in, or as Jennings called them, Nut-buts. Cause' they were round like a butt, but the inside was like a nut, or peanut. But that's all in the past. I laid all my stuff issued to me on the table. I had the standard issue M-16 riffle, and a Thompson Automatic Machine gun, with 300 extra rounds for each. I had a private radio and my dog-tags, and a bag to carry my stuff. Some other side stuff was a first aid kit, a knife, a blanket, and an emergency survival kit. Cause' all that place was  woods and jungle, so you were bound to get lost.. I had some standard issue grenades, or as we called them, pineapple grenades cause' they looked like pineapples. I had my canteen and a small shovel, a multi-tool and heavy duty wire cutters for barbed wire. I had some small stuff like paper and pen with a small pencil, my paperwork just in case I need it, a map, compass, binoculars, some instructions on how to defuse land mines and stuff. I got my camouflage clothes, a belt, and a vest. They were giving out the helmets on the plane, along with some freeze dried food. So I already had my helmet since it had been 3 hours since we left Fort Dicks. The plane ride was really boring and when we finally landed, we didn't want to move. We were so tired and didn't want to do anything. But we had to go and find our camp and then we can eat, sleep, and then not move until we had orders to. If I wanted to, I could have slept all day. The bugs were killers, everyone was slapping themselves. And they sent some cheat stuff from America, but it was really only water, not insect propellant. Them Retarded Commanders just sitting around sending us water as insect propellant, and insect propellant as water, them idiots. We can't even get a good plane to sit in for 15 hours, since we had to circle the landing zone 15 times to check that it was clear.

It was a long ride on the bumpy rock road to our camp. The day we arrived it was at least 40 degrees, so all the sweat on me from sitting in the heat for 5 hours was volatilizing as it dripped of my face while we walked for about a quarter mile. It was not just the heat, but I was nervous also. We dropped our stuff on our beds, also cheap stuff from America, and went outside to squad up. I called over Corporal Jennings, Private Anderson,  and Private Nichols. We all stood together as squad, and since we were the smallest troop, we were point, which is head of the pack, looking for enemy and tell others where to take cover. The Captain of our platoon came in with the Lieutenant and said "good luck, 22, get in the jeep and head north. The Rest of us will be there shortly. 22 was my squad because all of us were 22, which we were all old enough to drink and we didn't have to sneak in a beer or two. We all hoped in the jeep. Jennings was in the passenger seat with his .50 caliber machine gun, and Nichols was in the back on his mounted .50 cal. Machine gun. And Private Anderson helped him with the rounds, but was in charge of protecting the radio. Jennings carried a .50 cal machine gun, and a pistol, while Nichols had a sniper riffle and M-76 grenade launcher. Anderson carried an M-16 and a Thompson Automatic Machine gun like me. We Drove for a while, and talked a bit. "Hey, Hawkins, crank up the radio!" the voiced wandered from the back, it was probably Nichols. So I pushed the button and we heard the news.

"You think that storm is going to hit us?" Jennings asked.

"I don't know radio in battalion or HQ and ask!" I replied.

But none of us wanted to fiddle with Andersons Radio. None of us talked again. The rest of the ride was silent. Until we heard a thud and maybe it was thunder or maybe it was artillery fire. But it was close. We heard it again. Then in a flash we knew what it was. I squinted to see what was up ahead on the road, and it was a truck that ran over a string of land mines. We didn't want to take any risks and walked the rest of the way. We radioed back to squad, which was on their way, and told them about the mines. By the time they left. It had been nightfall, maybe 9 or 10 o'clock. We kept moving north into the camp but it took us a while to reach the checkpointpoint. So we waited what seemed like 3 hours but really was a half and hour for the rest of the crew to arrive. The came and we called in for the choppers, and lit only flare in the open field to show the choppers where we were. We didn't want to give our position away to no Naz. the choppers came in with a loud roar and we all agreed it probably woke up the whole neighborhood. But we all quickly jumped in, and we were off the ground in about 2 seconds. I had to grab onto Jennings's vest to keep me from falling out the open door. There wasn't really much light in the chopper, just a small lamp and a red light. Which none of us knew what it was for, if it was another light or just there for show. You know how them commanders are. There was a guy sitting by the gun reading a book. It was called "Bullet For My Angel, Death For My Enemy." He looked like a cool guy, buff with dark brown hair. But must have been 6'2 and 160 pounds, almost like me, but not as big as the rest of the squad. Then he got up, dropped his book, looked out the door, and started firing. He started unleashing rounds in to camp, but it was all concrete, but people were everywhere outside. So we couldn't get bullets into the probably 10 inches concrete. Maybe even more, like 12 or 18 inches, we didn't know. The rounds were flying down but the shells were flying everywhere. The came back into the chopper, and some even hit the gunner. I was standing, holding on to the rope, and right next to the door when a grenade flew by my face. I didn't move because I knew it was going out the door, and watched it fly and explode about 10 ft away from a building. We heard something. like airplanes. But this surprised us. It wasn't a small camp, they had runway and small tarmac with a helicopter landing pad, and some hangers and big warehouses. They had medical and supply buildings, and the camp district, separated by gate, North South, East, and West. They had a lot of trucks and tanks, with maybe 100 air planes and 25 choppers and they also had big anti-air guns, along with spotlights and machine guns. They weren't going down without a fight. "Jump!" a voice wandered from the rear. So we all jumped out the open door, and steered to behind some tall trees. The choppers stayed near by to make sure we got down safely and they wanted to blow things up. It was probably going to be the biggest fight anyone ever fought back. We had all our plans. We all had to be careful. But my squad had to be the stealthiest. We were the front of the platoon. Shooting anything in our sight, throwing grenades and any moving thing, probably taking shots to the arm or leg a couple of times. We knew where to move, what to take cover behind, and where to shoot and throw things. That part was no problem. The problem was getting short or blown up by a grenade or land mine. I was the first to reach the ground, and I ran and took cover in a small hole behind a big thick tree. Everyone jumped almost at once and I was the only one that didn't have anyone else land on top of me. My squad found where I was and took cover near-by. The rest of the platoon took cover along the tree line to the west and east. We were all staring at the main gate. There were four watch towers and people stationed at the top of the 15 foot wall. There was a trench full of people but it was hard to see. First, the captain ordered us to kill the people in the watch towers. Then, in the guard towers which were closer to the main gate. We heard a sniper riffle and we all  looked toward a watch-tower. One of the men in the right watch-tower fell down and out of sight. We had killed one of the guards and we had three more towers to go. Now, everyone started firing their weapons. Machine guns, sniper riffles, and regular M-16 riffles were all going off. Everyone in the watch towers were either falling to the ground dead, or taking cover and trying to fire back. But in ten minutes we had killed them all. Now we had to kill all the people in the trenches. I pulled the cold pineapple-shaped grenade off my vest and pulled out the green metal pin. I pulled my arm back and threw the 15 pound grenade with all my strength. It sailed across the foggy night sky and into the trench.  "Grenade Thrown North!" was what I said to warn our platoon that there was a grenade thrown. But only 20 people probably heard it. If someone shouted grenade thrown south, then that means the enemy threw a grenade at us. The grenade blew up into and orange and scrap metal fireball. Then people started screaming and body parts flew through the air. There was blood splattered on the gray wall were the grenade blew up. Everyone started throwing grenades north. And it was a good idea, because all of them got out of the trench , because it was not safe, and ran towards us. We had to have .50 cal guns set up along the tree line just in case a lot of people charged at us. So we heard .50 cal shots fire and saw people fall. So we all opened fire on the charging Naz and soon they were all dead. The platoon got orders to move out and we ran past the dead Naz taking their weapons, ammo, and papers. We hoped that we could get info on the camp and find the weak spots. But nothing. I had to plant a charge on the door to open it. Everything zoned out and I started breathing heavily. I plated the charge on the door and it made a thud sound. I pulled out the cap and showed in the fuse. I turned it and kept turning until it locked into place. Before I pulled the pin I listened. There were shots going off, some loud, some soft. There was a lot of artillery fire and aircraft. But I put all that aside in my head and pulled the pin. I turned and ran looking for something to take cover behind. The clock was ticking and I found a tree and jumped behind it. I was probably about20 ft. clear of the explosive so I was going to be ok. The timer stopped and then the whole door blew up into a million little pieces. Our platoon all stepped around the broken door and into the town, and behind the closet item for cover from shots. But there were none. It was odd but we were greeted by the other platoons and they said that the town was cleared in every section except the main gate. So the only thing needed to be cleared was the main gate, and that is what out platoon did, clear out the main gate. Pretty soon the camp turned into an American camp. Just in case anything else happened. Jennings radioed in the choppers and they came in 15 minutes. We were going back to the first came, the one that we had arrived from Fort Dix. When we got there all of my squad slept till morning. But at 12 o'clock we had a nice talk about this war.

"So this all we showed up for, to kill 20 Naz?" Jennings said.

"I guess so" Nichols added.

"This was not just to kill 20 people, Jennings, this was to help our other platoons take over the camp. If you want to kill more things then go shoot the squirrels back home. You think it's a sport." I replied

"I never said it was a sport! I said it was my hobby, my way of target practice to ONLY SHOOT 20 NAZ!!" Jennings replied with much anger

"I never said how many people we were going to kill, I just said that we needed to clear some problems out and take over a camp!" I said, but Jennings didn't understand.

"Just shut-up! Jennings, Glenn is always right, and if he weren't you would be dead, so shut your mouth boy!" Anderson said, talking some sense into Jennings. Now Jennings definitely understood. It must have been the longest plane ride home. I sat nose gunner for nine hours straight. And then I got to sleep for a while. We landed and it was the same stuff. Our whole platoon gathered at Fort Dix for a celebration. It was a small party and I only had 2 drinks of Root beer. The fooled us by saying there would be "beer" but they didn't tell us it was "root beer". I swear I say Jennings pull out his Thompson and almost kill everyone there. Jennings was already pissed off from when Anderson talked some sense into him. But after the party, we all went home for a while and slept home. There wasn't anything else we needed to do. But we all heard that a war was breaking out in Vietnam, or as some people called it, "Nam." So I guess that is where im going to be serving my next couple of years. But for now, I can rest for a while, because I have survived everything the army threw at me, and I survived taking over the Nazi camp.


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