A short 'fanfiction' of sorts of GratedPvtchris' A Flicker of Light in the Shadow of Darkness.
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I ran up to the trenches with the enemy firing behind me. This world… this island, it’s all red. That’s all I see. My squad’s dead. I’m dead. I just have to pop out my head long enough to get shot and die. Just kill me. See? My head’s out… now kill me, damn it! I got shot in my shoulder. The pain made me fall. No, I can’t give up now, I have to just die. That’s when to give up. I popped out again, firing at the enemy. Why? Why am I shooting if I want to die? Revenge? I… I don’t know.
I continue firing. I get down in cover. The pain is horrible, burning my arm; burning my neck. My head feels aching. Nevertheless I keep fighting. At another site in our trenches I hear someone say, “Alright. Guys, give him some covering fire.” I do so. I shoot, trying not to mistake the medic going out as an enemy through this chaos. Why’s he going out in no man’s land? What’s he doing? IS HE CRAZY?! I start shooting at hostiles who spot the medic. That medic, he’s small. He’s a kid. Like me. Wait. What is this? My hand hurts. I look at it, and I just see blood. A bullet scraped my hand. It’s nothing. Keep covering the medic. Wait, he’s back. Get down in cover.
“Medic!” I look around. Another member of my new squad is pressing down on another guy. The bleeding won’t stop. He’s doomed. Of course, that kid medic doesn’t stop helping. He’s too-
“GRENADE!” Shit.
Shrapnel hits my gut, but only a few splinters from it pierce me. I try to get up, but I can’t. I feel like I’m going to die. I look around and see a man with a worried expression.
“Medic!” After a minute, still no response. Where’s that hero of a medic now?
“MEDIC!!” After another of a few seconds, the medic finds us. He starts operating on my shoulder, but when he sees my gut, he sticks a needle in me. The pain subsides a little bit… the medic starts quickly working on me. Soon enough, I’m all patched up. The medic tells the man to take me away. The man carries me to some trucks a good ways away from the fight.1403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuXWoHCFPHw
After hours, the fighting stops. No more gunshots. It looks like we ‘won’ again. Of course, there are still dead bodies and wounded soldiers. God, how can this war end if it just keeps getting worse? I saw a full-grown man crying for his mama with his hand over a terrible gash in his leg. This is what war does... why can't people just be damn grateful? Grateful that we're fighting for them, when we don't even want to? Me, my best friend, my sister, and my whole squad were dragged into this and are now dead due to this God-damned war... yet no one recognizes us. No one thanks us. We just get pitiful looks since we're part of the resistance, and we don't even have any body armor. I just wish... I just wish I could tell people what they need to know.1403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUZWNdVMGTb
Seriously, when will people take off their blindfolds? When will they take out their earplugs? Can they even remove the gloves they wear? When will they untie the gags in their mouths? Sometimes, I wonder if my sister was blind or if our country is blind. If my best friend was deaf or the country is. If Raven was sensitive to touch or if the country is. If I am mute or if the whole damn country is. Really, God, can you make this country's people any more ignorant and stupid?
