silvertongue217
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The mortars were going off all around him.
They peppered the battlefield a never ending crescendo of light, sound, and fire. Every once in a while another sound would mix in the sound of some one screaming in pain or loss. In short it was hell on earth and the fact that it was happening in the beautiful England country side only pissed him off more.
"Get your head out of your ass Clay!" His lieutenant growled grabbing him by his shoulders and giving him a firm shake "We need covering fire!"
Clay looked back his hands tightening on his riffle as he locked eyes with his commanding officer. Dark as night and with hard brown eyes, it was hard to believe lieutenant James Brown was a meat packer from Harlem. Normally the story of a meat packer turned Lieutenant was one of heroism and courage. However Clay knew that the tittle was a joke in Browns case given to him to keep control of the "fucking apes" it didnt account for much beside that and it certainly wouldnt as the war kept going.
Clay gritted his teeth looking at his fellow men of color. Most were darker then him, his mothers Spanish heritage contrasting with his fathers black. Of course as the Reverend back home used to say "black is black" in this world at least. When he signed up and joined the war front he was given the same treatment as all the others. Not that he would have wanted it any different.
For better or worse these were his people
"I cant believe were fucking here" Bubba said as another mortar went off by them "This shits going to get us all killed!"
Clay snorted unable to stop himself from nodding even as he popped his head out and aimed down the sights. He fired off two quick shots, one caught the attilary gunner in the shoulder but the other missed dinging off the metal shell. Clay swore and dropped back down ducking his head as the artillery gunner bombed their location.
"I wont be able to get a shot like this sir" Clay said glancing at Brown "And there just going to keep bombing us.... We need to move"
"No!" Another man said a kid fresh from boot "Were going to get destroyed! No fuck this! I aint dying for no white man"
Lieutenant Brown turned smacking the kid hard. He toppled into the mood gasping and blinking with wide eyes as Brown towered over him.
"Son we arent dying for any race" Brown growled his teeth clenched "If we die its for our country... For the ones we love at home, we do what we do for them to protect them you got a family son?"
"I do" The kid said getting up and shaking "A couple sisters"
"Good" Brown said helping him up and keeping him steady "Dont do it for any one but them you understand me?
"Yes sir!"
"Alright" Brown said turning back to the ladder leading up from the trench "I wont lie guys this is going to be rough... All I can tell you to do is to run as fast as you can and try to take those bastards out before they take us out"
Clay watched the others tense up and nod and he turned steeling himself as well. He cast his mind back to his family thinking about his mother and little brother. The money he made as a solider went to them to keep them out of the poor house and in a small but comfortable one bedroom back in Harlem. Of course his mother hadnt wanted him to go to this "God Forsaken War" but what option did he have? There wasnt much else for a Latino Black besides the gangs.
Which she made him promise he would not join
"Read men? Charge!"
He was ripped out of his thoughts by the yelling of the men. Brown was the first one up pushing himself out of the trench and running full pelt to the artillery line. Clay went next and soon he was flying down the battlefield his riffle raised as he gave them all covering fire. He let the memories fade away focusing on the pounding of his boots as he raced with the others to the encampment.
They almost made it
He and Brown were the only two hit since they were the most immediate threat. The mortar was off but close enough that Clay was thrown catapulted into the air at the same time Brown was ripped in half. Clay watched the life fade out of his eyes in slow motion almost as if God wanted to make sure the point really stuck before he released his grip on Clay.
Clay hurtled down to earth slamming into the ground with enough force to knock the air out of him. He felt the mud splatter his face and suddenly he was looking up at a clear dreary sky. He waited for the pain to come but there was none only a sense of nothing and dull senses. He opened his mouth to try to speak but found he could not, nor could he move.
So instead he dreamed
He dreamed of his last family dinner and every one ooohing and aaaing at his army suit. He was a sight with his clean shaven black hair, his piercing green eyes, and his large imposing figure. He dreamed about the way his mom looked at him so proud and yet so sad. He dreamed about his brother who treated him as if he was his personal hero.
And he kept dreamed even as the battle faded away. He dreamed as the world faded black. He slipped into the darkness just as he was finally found and put on a stretcher. He didnt even know he had been saved all he knew was that the dreams were so much better than this.
Better than this hell.
They peppered the battlefield a never ending crescendo of light, sound, and fire. Every once in a while another sound would mix in the sound of some one screaming in pain or loss. In short it was hell on earth and the fact that it was happening in the beautiful England country side only pissed him off more.
"Get your head out of your ass Clay!" His lieutenant growled grabbing him by his shoulders and giving him a firm shake "We need covering fire!"
Clay looked back his hands tightening on his riffle as he locked eyes with his commanding officer. Dark as night and with hard brown eyes, it was hard to believe lieutenant James Brown was a meat packer from Harlem. Normally the story of a meat packer turned Lieutenant was one of heroism and courage. However Clay knew that the tittle was a joke in Browns case given to him to keep control of the "fucking apes" it didnt account for much beside that and it certainly wouldnt as the war kept going.
Clay gritted his teeth looking at his fellow men of color. Most were darker then him, his mothers Spanish heritage contrasting with his fathers black. Of course as the Reverend back home used to say "black is black" in this world at least. When he signed up and joined the war front he was given the same treatment as all the others. Not that he would have wanted it any different.
For better or worse these were his people
"I cant believe were fucking here" Bubba said as another mortar went off by them "This shits going to get us all killed!"
Clay snorted unable to stop himself from nodding even as he popped his head out and aimed down the sights. He fired off two quick shots, one caught the attilary gunner in the shoulder but the other missed dinging off the metal shell. Clay swore and dropped back down ducking his head as the artillery gunner bombed their location.
"I wont be able to get a shot like this sir" Clay said glancing at Brown "And there just going to keep bombing us.... We need to move"
"No!" Another man said a kid fresh from boot "Were going to get destroyed! No fuck this! I aint dying for no white man"
Lieutenant Brown turned smacking the kid hard. He toppled into the mood gasping and blinking with wide eyes as Brown towered over him.
"Son we arent dying for any race" Brown growled his teeth clenched "If we die its for our country... For the ones we love at home, we do what we do for them to protect them you got a family son?"
"I do" The kid said getting up and shaking "A couple sisters"
"Good" Brown said helping him up and keeping him steady "Dont do it for any one but them you understand me?
"Yes sir!"
"Alright" Brown said turning back to the ladder leading up from the trench "I wont lie guys this is going to be rough... All I can tell you to do is to run as fast as you can and try to take those bastards out before they take us out"
Clay watched the others tense up and nod and he turned steeling himself as well. He cast his mind back to his family thinking about his mother and little brother. The money he made as a solider went to them to keep them out of the poor house and in a small but comfortable one bedroom back in Harlem. Of course his mother hadnt wanted him to go to this "God Forsaken War" but what option did he have? There wasnt much else for a Latino Black besides the gangs.
Which she made him promise he would not join
"Read men? Charge!"
He was ripped out of his thoughts by the yelling of the men. Brown was the first one up pushing himself out of the trench and running full pelt to the artillery line. Clay went next and soon he was flying down the battlefield his riffle raised as he gave them all covering fire. He let the memories fade away focusing on the pounding of his boots as he raced with the others to the encampment.
They almost made it
He and Brown were the only two hit since they were the most immediate threat. The mortar was off but close enough that Clay was thrown catapulted into the air at the same time Brown was ripped in half. Clay watched the life fade out of his eyes in slow motion almost as if God wanted to make sure the point really stuck before he released his grip on Clay.
Clay hurtled down to earth slamming into the ground with enough force to knock the air out of him. He felt the mud splatter his face and suddenly he was looking up at a clear dreary sky. He waited for the pain to come but there was none only a sense of nothing and dull senses. He opened his mouth to try to speak but found he could not, nor could he move.
So instead he dreamed
He dreamed of his last family dinner and every one ooohing and aaaing at his army suit. He was a sight with his clean shaven black hair, his piercing green eyes, and his large imposing figure. He dreamed about the way his mom looked at him so proud and yet so sad. He dreamed about his brother who treated him as if he was his personal hero.
And he kept dreamed even as the battle faded away. He dreamed as the world faded black. He slipped into the darkness just as he was finally found and put on a stretcher. He didnt even know he had been saved all he knew was that the dreams were so much better than this.
Better than this hell.
