Through all
those wars we’ve fought, I didn’t expect us to be standing here, alive and
well. We’re down to our last fight against the remaining enemies, who have set
up their final defence on the island, closest to Singapore. We had to destroy
them there, once and for all, or else, our homeland, Singapore, would be in
danger.
“Lock and
Load!” Upon receiving the orders, I loaded the precious bullets into my
Thompson and made final checks on my gun, making sure that everything was
working. On the battlefield, there is only one rule---Kill or be Killed. And it
must be very closely stuck to. War, is just like playing a game with your life,
any mistake you make, could cost you your life. The enemy did not care if you
were married, had kids, had wives, had parents. They just wanted to conquer us,
and we’re here to stop them.
We were the
first wave of soldiers to be deployed on the beach, with the mission of
weakening enemy defences for the other units to push forward without having
much obstruction. With me, were my brothers, whom have been through thick and
thin with me, slaughtering enemies together. As the landing craft approached
the golden-white beach, I gave them an assuring thumbs-up, secretly wishing
them luck. Once you are on the beach, it’s every man for himself. We were the “death
squad”, going up, fully exposed, against enemies hiding away in bunkers. We
were out in the open.
“Three…Two…One…GO
GO GO!” The reinforced front of the landing crafts opened at the same time, and
troops poured onto the beach, against heavy enemy fire. Some unlucky souls
didn’t even have the chance to even fire their guns, and are already shot dead,
with several bullet holes on their torso. I ran with all my might, to the
closest trench, and took cover there, seeing all my section-mates being blown
apart by heavy artillery and having their brains splattered by 50.cal guns. I’m
so frightened…
Until now, our
troops have yet to penetrate the defence line, and the fighting was so fierce
that the once golden-white beach and the clear blue waters were now in a shade
of red. Bodies lay everywhere. But, the fighting hasn’t ended. I had to do
something. Aiming at a trench not far in front, I emerged from my original
trench and sprinted, taking cover at my destination. And so, I aimed at another
trench and sprinted towards it, occasionally letting out bursts of cover fire
from my Thompson.
Using this
method, I inched myself closer towards the bunkers, where the machine guns were
stationed. Yes. This is real. The beach was being piled with bodies now, this
is just a mass slaughter. At first, I didn't really agree to the plan of
breaching the enemy lines by force, there should at least be one or two air raids
before landing so as to reduce the enemy’s resistance and less people will die.
I have already suggested this to the commanding officers, but they did not
listen. And now look at this. The amount of people, giving up their lives, all
due to the lack of planning.
Getting ready
my grenades, I took a deep breath and made my final charge. I really wanted to
leave this world then, after seeing all my mates, whom I treated as brothers, going
before me, to a place, we call, “A Whole New World”. I wanted to join them…
Even if I survived, the trauma is still there… Even time could not erase them…
Who knows what
happened in the end. Who cares. After all, we’ve won the war. Time will make my
family, my wife, my kids understand… that I’m gone…Just another lost soul on
the beach…
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