Nekrif

I'm really not a fan of writing stories because I have never had the prefect story even when I really needed it like in GCSE or in summer school. Well those were the days but I gave it another shoot last week - its a draft and I hope you enjoy it. I was thinking of Saving Private Ryan when i wrote it.

(Flash Back)
… His bags lay next to him with his rifle on top. He didn't pretend to understand the war. He wasn't really sure why there was one, only that the radio said that the enemy was to blame. The war was horrible and many soldiers where dying. He looked at the photo of her in his hand. He loved her so much, he didn't want to leave her but he had to.

At first there was blackness.

And an everlasting ringing

Wh…what happened?

The engine of the jet roared as it took off into the sky, carrying soldiers just like me off to the war. We we're above France…

"You know the drill, get to the forest and establish a blockade, clear the obstacles and secure the road inland. DAMMIT!"
"Get ready private – jump on my count"
"One…"

(Flash Back)
…Her voice echoed…

"One day we will have our own family"
He noticed her tears and wrapped his hands around her and she held tight, while burying her head in his chest. Even in the pouring rain he could feel her tears on his chest. He held her tight and kissed her head and told her everything will be fine.

"Honey, don't worried I promise you - I will be back and"
"…and have our own family" you see she was so mad in love that she completes his sentences

Captain Jim "Bullet" Yohandson shouted
"Son, it's your turn, jump now"
I dived in
(Flash Back)
"…He was silently crying now, as he continued to hold her and stroke her long beautiful hair. She held on his feet as he talked towards the door. He pulled her up and held her one last time for what seemed like years, and she continued to cry her heart out. He turns and walks out and for what was a noisy night turned dreadful night with tears streaming down her face hoping it was another of his jokes."

My heart's still beating…I can hear it, the ringing has stopped.

"Ahh…my leg it's broke"
Screaming in anguish.
"Quite… the Germans will hear" Beside me was my best friend Marty and wasn't I glad to see him?