|Saved From The Water
Author: TheAnonymousBards PM
A world war two story. An American soldier recounts his experience of near-death while assaulting an unknown pacific island.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense - Chapters: 2 - Words: 813 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-04-12 - Published: 07-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3038027
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Summer, Date Unknown, Unknown Pacific Island
AN: This story is based off of one of my great-grandfather's experiences in WW2. I decided to fill in any gapes of knowledge with my fiction but the hard facts remain.
The rattling of enemy gunfire blared in my ears. The LSV rocked too and fro over the merciless pacific waves. Many unseaworthy privates were puking over the side. The driver was coated with sweat and twitched with nervousness. Us soldiers tried to ignore the aching in our stomachs and the horrifying sights of unfortunate LSV's beside us.
"Almost there", our sergeant cried, "Prepare to kick some jappy ass!"
I leaned down to my rifle and jammed in a clip. I then took a deep breath and anticipated the horrors to come. The time finally came when the driver let down the platform. It was time to charge.
"Go! Go! Go!", our sergeant shouted.
I ran over and saw that everyone else was falling into the water like idiots. Why weren't they stepping into the ground. Then, it hit me. The driver had pulled the platform down too early, we hadn't even neared the shoreline yet! I hesitated whether to step out but soon realized I had little choice. If I stayed in then the craft would be a sitting duck to Japanese fire. I then took the chance and stepped out of the craft.
My feet struck water and I began to rapidly sink. I struggled to swim up but my heavy gear weighed me down. Bullets whizzed into the water killing other drowning soldiers. The surrounded water started to choke up with blood. I was desperate now, I promised myself that I wouldn't drown! I kicked and kicked but it was all to no avail. Second by second I was losing breath. Knowing death was inevitable I ceased my kicking and waited for the light of heaven signaling my death.
But then, suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me by the hair and hauled me up to the surface. Before I knew it, I was gasping for air in the Pacific sun. I hadn't time to check who had saved me because I had to immediately find cover from the enemy machinegun fire. It is because of that brave man than I am telling this story today.