Bullets whizzed overhead hell-bent on hitting their targets. James pressed himself against the mud wall of the trench, as if by doing so it would take him away from the corner of hell that his old naive self had willingly entered.
Allied planes tore through the open sky with kamikazes right on their tails. Gaping holes left in the ground by heavy artillery were full with stagnant water and the rotting corpses of dead soldiers, their weapons bent and rusted displaying a haunting past that time wouldn't forget. Everyday was a repeat of the one before. Everyday people died. Everyday grief and anger hung around the soldiers like a cloud of irritated hornets. There was no escape from this ghoulish hell not even when James was asleep. The war …show more content…
He stood up. He was in a cave with about twenty other soldiers sleeping on the sand. His trusty gun stood up against the slick cave wall. He picked it up, it felt lighter than he remembered but he didn't let this bother him.
He stepped outside the cave. Harsh morning light invaded his eyes blinding him. When they readjusted he saw an ocean sprawled out in front of him. The gentle waves crashed down on the white sand rhythmically. He found it mesmerizing. It had been a while since he had time to appreciate nature's beauty.
Wondering if anyone had woken up, he walked back into the cave. Upon seeing the mass of sleeping bodies he slung the rifle over his shoulder and sat down on a protruding rock. Hours passed before anyone else woke up. "Hey James why didn't you wake us up?" One of the soldiers asked.
"There was no need, the Japanese have surrendered." James replied with a smile. "We can finally go-"
"We just arrived buddy, because the Japanese haven't attacked yet doesn't mean that they have surrendered." The man said sternly.
"James." Said a person he recognised instantly as Hayden. Recoiling from the voice 'I'm going crazy.' He thought 'Hayden is dead!' He turned and ran outside. 'This has to be a
Allied planes tore through the open sky with kamikazes right on their tails. Gaping holes left in the ground by heavy artillery were full with stagnant water and the rotting corpses of dead soldiers, their weapons bent and rusted displaying a haunting past that time wouldn't forget. Everyday was a repeat of the one before. Everyday people died. Everyday grief and anger hung around the soldiers like a cloud of irritated hornets. There was no escape from this ghoulish hell not even when James was asleep. The war …show more content…
He stood up. He was in a cave with about twenty other soldiers sleeping on the sand. His trusty gun stood up against the slick cave wall. He picked it up, it felt lighter than he remembered but he didn't let this bother him.
He stepped outside the cave. Harsh morning light invaded his eyes blinding him. When they readjusted he saw an ocean sprawled out in front of him. The gentle waves crashed down on the white sand rhythmically. He found it mesmerizing. It had been a while since he had time to appreciate nature's beauty.
Wondering if anyone had woken up, he walked back into the cave. Upon seeing the mass of sleeping bodies he slung the rifle over his shoulder and sat down on a protruding rock. Hours passed before anyone else woke up. "Hey James why didn't you wake us up?" One of the soldiers asked.
"There was no need, the Japanese have surrendered." James replied with a smile. "We can finally go-"
"We just arrived buddy, because the Japanese haven't attacked yet doesn't mean that they have surrendered." The man said sternly.
"James." Said a person he recognised instantly as Hayden. Recoiling from the voice 'I'm going crazy.' He thought 'Hayden is dead!' He turned and ran outside. 'This has to be a