AUSSIE SOLDIER IN KHE SANH WAR
A deafening rumble of an explosion rose above their heads. The frightening whistling of artilleries and the terrible cries of wounded soldiers filled the air. A dense, misty fog floated through the trenches, adding to the sense of misery that already filled the deep, dark and gloomy jungle of Vietnam that was the “Khe Sanh War”.
Jimmy stared at his rifle hopelessly; his spirit was gradually being chipped away by the humid, muddy and mosquito infected environment. He watched with sorrow as several of his mates fell back into the trench, their legs destroyed, heads exploded and blood pooling around them. It was horrific. He looked up and saw the dark gloomy sky. He watched until he recognized that past the clouds, …show more content…
He intuitively brought back his hands away from the line of fire, and hesitantly waved it in front of him. He was so pleased. He leaped back to the ground just as the screeching of an artillery shell drifted above his head. He quickly looked up before grabbing his helmet.
“Well, that was bloody close, aye mate?”
Jimmy turned around and looked at the heavily accented voice and found himself at the severely wounded soldier, clumped against the muddy trench wall, with is gun dangling on his knees. “Great work there mate,” the man commented in a heavily accented voice, “You are damn lucky your hands didn’t get blown to pieces, clever trick with the helmet.”
Jimmy tossed his helmet beside the man. “You appear to be in an excellent mood, considering our condition,” Jimmy replied sceptically.
“Well, I’d rather do that crying wouldn’t you?” the man replied, picking up the helmet that Jimmy had thrown at him. “So how have you been?”
“How have I been?” Jimmy continued, amused at the silliness of the question. “How do you think I’ve been? With bullets flying over my head and artilleries exploding in sheer metres, my day has just been absolutely
A deafening rumble of an explosion rose above their heads. The frightening whistling of artilleries and the terrible cries of wounded soldiers filled the air. A dense, misty fog floated through the trenches, adding to the sense of misery that already filled the deep, dark and gloomy jungle of Vietnam that was the “Khe Sanh War”.
Jimmy stared at his rifle hopelessly; his spirit was gradually being chipped away by the humid, muddy and mosquito infected environment. He watched with sorrow as several of his mates fell back into the trench, their legs destroyed, heads exploded and blood pooling around them. It was horrific. He looked up and saw the dark gloomy sky. He watched until he recognized that past the clouds, …show more content…
He intuitively brought back his hands away from the line of fire, and hesitantly waved it in front of him. He was so pleased. He leaped back to the ground just as the screeching of an artillery shell drifted above his head. He quickly looked up before grabbing his helmet.
“Well, that was bloody close, aye mate?”
Jimmy turned around and looked at the heavily accented voice and found himself at the severely wounded soldier, clumped against the muddy trench wall, with is gun dangling on his knees. “Great work there mate,” the man commented in a heavily accented voice, “You are damn lucky your hands didn’t get blown to pieces, clever trick with the helmet.”
Jimmy tossed his helmet beside the man. “You appear to be in an excellent mood, considering our condition,” Jimmy replied sceptically.
“Well, I’d rather do that crying wouldn’t you?” the man replied, picking up the helmet that Jimmy had thrown at him. “So how have you been?”
“How have I been?” Jimmy continued, amused at the silliness of the question. “How do you think I’ve been? With bullets flying over my head and artilleries exploding in sheer metres, my day has just been absolutely