Gunshots and explosions are the sounds that follow me. I can hear bullets quizzing passed my ears and I hear the screams of my fellow soldiers as they get hit in different locations around me. I try to aim my gun towards a Vietnamese, closing my eyes before I shoot.
I don't look back to that area. I don't want to see whether or not I hit him.
My heart pounds in my ears, but it's not loud enough to drown out the moans of pain that sicken me to the core.
All I can think of is that this is Hell. Complete and literal Hell. If there wasn't so much adrenaline pumping to keep me going, I think I would have been sick.
"Get it together, Private Randle!" A voice yells behind me, most likely being my captain. I put my gun back up before aiming and pulling the trigger.
A command is shouted for us to move forward. …show more content…
Edward pops his head from behind the safety of the earth, aiming his rifle towards a group Vietnamese men who are hiding behind a few thick trees.
Before his finger pulled the trigger, another Gook towards the right aimed his gun and Edward and pulled the trigger before he got to. The bullet entered his forehead with a quick, sharp whizzing noise as it blew past me and he slumped over, dead in an instant. Just like that. Over. The only friend I had known in this God-forsaken place was gone to this pointless war....
"Steve!" Ponyboy shook him awake, quickly making sushing noises to keep him quiet and to calm him down. "Your safe. It's okay. Your alright."
Steve jumped awake, but Ponyboy's soothing kept him from crying out and waking up anyone else. He gasped, breathing heavily.
"Sorry. I just didn't think you would want anyone to know," Ponybly mumbled quietly, feeling slightly awakard at the situation he was put in. All he wanted was some water to soothe his own nightmares. He didn't expect to deal with Steve at two in the