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| Jack da King | Jun 6 2008, 09:42 PM |
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Chapter 2: War 1944. Lagos Island. The sound of gunfire tore through the primeval jungle, and bullet-holes ripped through the fronds of primitive, broad-leafed cycads. An explosion rang out, sending up a shower of dust, smoke and fire. Soldiers sprinted through the undergrowth, ducking low to avoid hostile fire. A trio of Japanese soldiers stopped running, ducking below the foliage to catch their breath. “We’re getting killed here!” screamed one of the low-ranking infantry, his voice ringing with panic. His superior, Lieutenant Shindo, looked down on him with surprising calm on his face. “You worry too much” he said smoothly. “I’ll get us out of this”. And he charged out from cover. Leaning around a massive fig tree, the Lieutenant discharged his weapon into the oncoming enemies: American soldiers. For the year is 1944, and Japan is battling America in the second phase of World War II, the War in The Pacific. The two American soldiers fell, but the battle was still raging on. As he sprinted through the thicket, Shindo saw one of his own compatriots fall to the machine gun fire of the enemies. The murderer in question was quickly fragged in return. As Shindo continued, he was forced to take cover behind a large boulder from the barrage of gunfire lain down by two American soldiers. Then, he noticed something clattering to his feet: a grenade. Shindo leapt away as quickly as possible, but the explosion was too fast, and Shindo fell unconscious. Shindo woke up to cold and darkness, and the echoing sound of a drip of water. He was in a cave. The rest of his platoon was there as well…or what was left of his platoon, anyway. seven men. That was it. When he wondered why they were in a cave, he realized with a jolt of humiliation: we’re hiding. We’re hiding like cowards. As he sat up, the other soldiers moved over to him. “Lieutenant! Are you okay?” “I’ve been better. What’s the situation?” The soldier in the front replied “We were overrun. They had more reinforcements than we thought. We took cover in this cave, and decided we’d wait here until you came to. You always have a plan. I don’t think they saw us come in, so we should be safe here for now”. “I see. Any Injured?” “No, sir”. “Very well” Shindo finished, as he clambered to his feet. Shindo was thinking quickly. He could see only one way out. “How many men do you think are out there?” The soldier thought for a moment before responding. “At least twenty. They had quite a few”. At this, Shindo said “All right. We have one option”. He sighed. “Men…you’re all going to die”. There wasn’t too much shock at this; apparently they had been expecting it. Shindo continued: “Therefore, our hand is forced. Take 5 minutes to get ready. Then we charge, and make a last stand. It’s that, or stay pinned down here until we run out of supplies. 5 minutes”. 5 minutes later. The U.S. soldiers stood ready in a large clearing, twenty-three of them. One of them was aside beneath a large fern, taking a break to sit down. Then he noticed something odd. A pond. Odd area for a pond, he thought. They were in the highlands, the hills. Standing up, he went to investigate. The pond wasn’t very big, only about 2 feet deep, and some 8 feet in diameter. Strange shape, too. One side was rather rounded, but the other side terminated in three long points. Before the soldier could investigate further, he heard gunfire. Gripping his gun tightly, he ran back to join the fight, leaving the footprint behind. Bullets whizzed and men screamed as the last stand commenced, the Japanese boldly charging through the trees, gun blazing wildly, hearts pounding. Shindo saw as one of the Japanese soldiers was taken out by several shots right to the chest. Shouting in rage, Shindo unloaded his gun on the enemies, until gunshots were replaced by rapid clicking, and he dropped the machine gun and drew forth a 9mm pistol, with which he rapidly pumped 3 rounds into an American’s chest. Suddenly, the fight paused momentarily. All the soldiers, Japanese and American alike, stopped shooting to look around. They had all heard it: A long, loud, unearthly howl that rang out in low, reverberating tones. Edited by Jack da King, Jul 1 2008, 11:34 PM.
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