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Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
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Chapter 1 Page 9
Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
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Chapter 1 Page 9
It took a while. By the time he was clawing his way out of the surf, his platoon was nowhere to be seen. He was alone on the beach, but the Japanese didn't seem to notice. The volume of fire hadn't lessened, if anything it had increased.
He stood and charged, following in the footsteps of those who had gone before, dodging the shell craters and twisted barbed wire, jumping over fallen bodies. His fatigues coursed with cold sea water and hot sweat.
And he wasn't sweating because he was hot. He was perspiring out of shear fright.
The beach was indescribable. It was a long, white stretch of once virgin sand that had lost its maidenhood violently. Everywhere mortar and artillery explosions sent fiery streamers of earth into the blue sky. Dead men lay like cast off rag dolls, broken and forgotten. Mingling with the human wreckage, the burning hulks of APC's and amphibious tanks littered the shoreline like slain dinosaurs. And through it all, the bullets.
Taylor fell. His mouth was suddenly filled with sand. Spitting, he got up and kept running, digging his feet deeply into the sand for purchase.
He stood and charged, following in the footsteps of those who had gone before, dodging the shell craters and twisted barbed wire, jumping over fallen bodies. His fatigues coursed with cold sea water and hot sweat.
And he wasn't sweating because he was hot. He was perspiring out of shear fright.
The beach was indescribable. It was a long, white stretch of once virgin sand that had lost its maidenhood violently. Everywhere mortar and artillery explosions sent fiery streamers of earth into the blue sky. Dead men lay like cast off rag dolls, broken and forgotten. Mingling with the human wreckage, the burning hulks of APC's and amphibious tanks littered the shoreline like slain dinosaurs. And through it all, the bullets.
Taylor fell. His mouth was suddenly filled with sand. Spitting, he got up and kept running, digging his feet deeply into the sand for purchase.
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