The Inevitable war
So I'm in the Army, and naturally a lot of my stuff is sad, depressing, rough, combative, ect. Rarely is it peaceful and nice (except some of my poetry, which will be another post on it's own.) Basically I've started writing a story of my own. I'm NO WHERE near done. I've only just began, and thought I'd share my ideas thus far in it. So criticism is very much appreciated. 
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The Inevitable War
Quickly he sought shelter in the bunker, the bombs exploding all around him. He could hear the cries of the wounded, smell the touch of the dead all around. He had never thought war would be like this. He had always imagined a honorable time, facing the enemy head on, his guns raised to eye level, his target clear and plain. His hopes were always for a chance to serve amongst his brothers, his enemy clear in his gun sight. The truth of it all, however, was that was only a mere child's dream.
The magazine dropped from his dusted up M4, quickly replaced with a fresh magazine. He ****ed the charging handle, watching inside the chamber as he loaded a round, letting the charging handle go forward quickly. He pulled down on the magazine to make sure it was secure and tapped the forward assist, making sure nothing would go wrong. He felt another explosion in front of him, a mortar round exploding, the dust covering his kevlar. In one sudden movement he got up and raced to the nearest point, his weapon raised at the high ready. He prepared to fire as the bullets rushed past his face, one barely grazing the side of his cheek, causing a small gash. The adrenaline cast out all the pain, however, so he never even knew. He squeezed the trigger twice, two rounds landing dead center into the nearest enemies chest. The soldier watched his enemy fall, their weapon landing roughly on the ground out of their immediate reach. The soldier slammed against the nearest wall as a shower of bullets zip past where he had been standing a moment before.
Private First Class Jeffery Kran slowly looked down the alley he had slammed himself into, not paying attention to detail at first. He noticed all the windows were sealed up, and the only way in and out was where he was standing. He heard slamming all around, but whether it was inside the buildings, or back on the street, he could not tell. He knew his back was protected by the fellow soldiers on the street, but that was the least of his concerns. The sealed windows gave him an odd suspicion of a set up. Raising his weapon to eye level again, he pushed to the nearest door, busting it open as quickly as he could and charging forward, taking an observation of the room in one split second glance.
Combat rolling into the room, he slammed his back into an outlining table on it's side, it's current owners no where in the room currently with him.
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The Inevitable War
Quickly he sought shelter in the bunker, the bombs exploding all around him. He could hear the cries of the wounded, smell the touch of the dead all around. He had never thought war would be like this. He had always imagined a honorable time, facing the enemy head on, his guns raised to eye level, his target clear and plain. His hopes were always for a chance to serve amongst his brothers, his enemy clear in his gun sight. The truth of it all, however, was that was only a mere child's dream.
The magazine dropped from his dusted up M4, quickly replaced with a fresh magazine. He ****ed the charging handle, watching inside the chamber as he loaded a round, letting the charging handle go forward quickly. He pulled down on the magazine to make sure it was secure and tapped the forward assist, making sure nothing would go wrong. He felt another explosion in front of him, a mortar round exploding, the dust covering his kevlar. In one sudden movement he got up and raced to the nearest point, his weapon raised at the high ready. He prepared to fire as the bullets rushed past his face, one barely grazing the side of his cheek, causing a small gash. The adrenaline cast out all the pain, however, so he never even knew. He squeezed the trigger twice, two rounds landing dead center into the nearest enemies chest. The soldier watched his enemy fall, their weapon landing roughly on the ground out of their immediate reach. The soldier slammed against the nearest wall as a shower of bullets zip past where he had been standing a moment before.
Private First Class Jeffery Kran slowly looked down the alley he had slammed himself into, not paying attention to detail at first. He noticed all the windows were sealed up, and the only way in and out was where he was standing. He heard slamming all around, but whether it was inside the buildings, or back on the street, he could not tell. He knew his back was protected by the fellow soldiers on the street, but that was the least of his concerns. The sealed windows gave him an odd suspicion of a set up. Raising his weapon to eye level again, he pushed to the nearest door, busting it open as quickly as he could and charging forward, taking an observation of the room in one split second glance.
Combat rolling into the room, he slammed his back into an outlining table on it's side, it's current owners no where in the room currently with him.