A split second difference between life and death, whistling too close,too fast.
The Sargent said putting me as tale end Charlie would either kill me or cure me. His laugh seemed hollow demeaning, but probably just a god dam cowardly lie.
We had been short on breast plates that morning so I drew the last straw and had one missing, buster my mate snuck his head you decide mate were they gone kill you back or front"
The patrol seemed pointless endless but we all knew that not giving a heck lead to lying under the deck.
I awoke in the presence of mind of the bullet nipping through my ear, a bloody river teasing its way to my over heated neck.
Wish there was a place for a breast place on my head " I moaned to buck Johnson a young guy newly enlisted a month a go. Then a second later the bullets pal ripped through the youngsters eye, and splatted on my nose.
Voice jumped in alarm, but my eyes crossed themselves be used and angry at another mans blood. on me. I didn't feel the rifle butt to the back of my head as I passed to he ground. It would be something I would be told hours later when I awoke Ina tiny hell hole of shit and piss, my new home a tortures palace.