triumph 1967
The artillery rang like apocolyptic bells destroying lives and lumber. The trees exploded into chips and limbs obliterated from man. A young private was peering eyelevel over the foxhole and I don't think he was the superstitious kind because he didn't seem to scared of curiousity. The private sweeped away a few uncomfortable spent casings with his hand and layed down on his back.
"Looks like fuckin' Heaven is falling right out of the sky... don't you think?"
The destruction, death, and battles cries. Explosions and gunfire never ceased. I put my rifle on the ground and looked over the edge. An innumerate amount of dead bodies and brave brave men running through the shellfire. A bullet ricochet in front of my face sending earth and dust in my wide-eyed disbelief, and I fell on to my back hitting my head on a rock imbedded into the trench wall. The private ran over and shook me conscious.
"It sure does...", I thought I said clearly.
"Sure does, what? You sure hit your head, there."
"Heaven......"
I slipped back into unconsciousness again. We were alone on the frontline with no support for some distance. The offensive was on. I assume he must of thought I died and left me to continue defending his position. When I awoke he, too, was on his back. A bullet through his heart. I thought how ironic it was for someone who thought with his heart, to be shot in it. I picked my rifle and continued to defend my position.
i'm going to go work on my motorcycle and wait for a little more of nothing to happen.
"Looks like fuckin' Heaven is falling right out of the sky... don't you think?"
The destruction, death, and battles cries. Explosions and gunfire never ceased. I put my rifle on the ground and looked over the edge. An innumerate amount of dead bodies and brave brave men running through the shellfire. A bullet ricochet in front of my face sending earth and dust in my wide-eyed disbelief, and I fell on to my back hitting my head on a rock imbedded into the trench wall. The private ran over and shook me conscious.
"It sure does...", I thought I said clearly.
"Sure does, what? You sure hit your head, there."
"Heaven......"
I slipped back into unconsciousness again. We were alone on the frontline with no support for some distance. The offensive was on. I assume he must of thought I died and left me to continue defending his position. When I awoke he, too, was on his back. A bullet through his heart. I thought how ironic it was for someone who thought with his heart, to be shot in it. I picked my rifle and continued to defend my position.
i'm going to go work on my motorcycle and wait for a little more of nothing to happen.