{"sf1_id":258176,"sf2_id":"lmXMNPpn","title":"Prologue","author":"Pyro Fox","words":739,"posted_at":"2011-06-13T00:39:00.000Z","tags":["Action","Drama","M/M","War","killing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/258176-prologue","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXMNPpn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=258176\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"I peered through the over grown leaves at three tangos. The strap from my Boonie hat was digging into my neck and the sweat from my brow was clogging my sight. I wiped the sweat from my face and brought the scope of my Springfield to my eye and aimed for the neck of the tango of the left.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck you, Charlie.\"\n\nI whispered as I squeezed the trigger. I pulled back the bolt, another bullet quickly slid into the chamber. I squeezed the trigger yet again and the second tango dropped. I pulled back the bolt again and shot off another round into the last tango. Their blood was pouring into the small brook to the left of where they were standing. I pulled the bolt back again, slid another bullet into the chamber and started heading back to the CP from where I came. I ran at a brisk pace through the natural barriers of trees, bushes, rocks and ravines. I lost my footing on the slippery rock and splashed into the ravine. I heard movement from behind the bushes to my left side, I quickly drew my M-1911 and waited for the bastard that was moving to come out. A tango came walking through and ran towards me, his AK raised and ready to fire, I pulled the trigger, nothing happened. Fuck!! I pulled it again and again and again. The fucking thing jammed on me. I started to scramble backwards but it was no use, the bitch was already on me, all I could do was fumble for my knife. He brought his AK up to my forehead and said something, I couldn`t understand it. I took advantage of his hesitation and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could with my combat boots. He dropped immediately, I grabbed my knife and stabbed over and over and over again into his neck, blood spraying my face and turning the water red. I rose and continued my way to the CP. By the time I got to the gate, it was night fall. I looked at the guard standing watch.\n\n\"Open up, Mac-V SOG.\"\n\nThe guard responded with speed. The gate opened and I made way to my tent. I saw rows and rows of body bags with Dog Tags on them as officers walked through the rows, charting and naming the dead. I was lucky I guess. 8 out of 10 chance you`ll die in a war, that is, if you`re in it.\u0026nbsp; As I was walking I bumped into my Commanding Officer.\n\n\"Sir.\"\n\nI said with a salute.\n\n\"No need Pyro. Get some rest, you deserve it. You got first place today.\"\n\nI quickened my pace, hoping not to run into anybody else. I was tired, bloody, sweat soaked and weak. The flap of my tent opened with ease and I noticed that the fan was on. I also noticed that there was a note on the bulletin board above my cot. I glanced at it, the familiar hand writing made me smile a bit. The note read,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHun, I`ll be back soon. I hope you made it back, if you didn`t then I`ll be at your funeral, or the other way `round. Even though it`s bad to think about, most of all here. I`ll be back in two days, if I`m not, look in the box on your cot side table, the key is under your mattress. The one thing I want you to read if I don`t make it back is in that box, same with a gift. Love you babe, Bulldog.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI got to my bunk and pulled off my gear, tossed my now shit M-1911 on the ground. I pulled off my over shirt and laid in the cot. I was even sweating in the cot, with a fan going, no sheets over me and in my under shirt, pants and boots. I adjusted my Dog Tags as I thought about all the bad things that might happen to him in the two days he was gone, but I flushed it out with the possibilities of what he wanted me to get and read so badly and what he planned for when he got back. I thought back to what my Commanding Officer had said. I got first place alright, there is no second out here. Second place is a fuckin` body bag. THIS is Vietnam.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}