View Full Version : All Isn't Fair in Love and War
01-17-2011, 03:03 PM
Alright, this is another story that I'm going to make as well. This story takes place during the infamous World War 2. With the world in total chaos and on the brink of total destruction, the love of two people will be tested as one stays back home while the other goes out to fight. Most of the things that I bring up are from true events in the war and I hope this story goes well.
01-17-2011, 03:05 PM
ok, good luck with it... :)
01-17-2011, 03:30 PM
Thanks Sheelaaaaah!!! :D
01-17-2011, 07:45 PM
Introduction: Childhood of Dreams
I run through the fields of my family's land in Wythville, Virginia; I'm chasing the girl I've known since forever. It was none other than Dorothy Brauley or known as Dot to me. She was my next door neighbor and was the only kid that lived near me and was around my age. She was a very nice girl. And was very attractive. This was before the war and before the madness that came upon this world. I was running towards Dot trying to get her attention for something to tell her something that I didn't think I would tell her so soon. I was 18 now and she was 16. I finally catch up with her but before I say anything the dream gets taken away from me and I wake up in the same place I've been sleeping for the past week now. I get up and look around at my fellow basic trainees and see how none of us are really asleep. We're all thinking or day-dreaming about that special someone in our life. About how we want to spend time with them and our families. How we would kill to have another home cooked meal again. But we all knew that that wasn't the case here. That we were as far away from our homes and communities as possible. We were in a training camp for a war that we did not start but wanted to end as soon as possible. We understood that all of us were going to be split up into divisions and that even the group of people we did know would die either sooner or later. I just think what hurt most was none of us knew if we were the destined ones to die. You could cut the tension with a butter knife. It was that thick in the air. I wanted to be a navy pilot but because I was color blind for blue and green that automatically excluded me from training to be one. I was trained to be a foot soldier in the army. As a scout to be more exact. Because I was a came from a small country town in southwest Virginia and didn't have flat feet like them yankee boys, my drill sarg thought it best for me to be a scout. But God knows what will become of me in this war. Only he and hopefully the girl of my dreams knows what will become of me...............
01-24-2011, 01:17 AM
Hi everyone. Thanks if you've been reading my story so far. I hope the new chapter is a good one. :D
Chapter 1: A Voyage of New Faces
It's officially our first days from basic training. I didn't make that much friends because I knew the chances of meeting these people in my division would be slim to none. I made small talk here and there, but made sure that I didn't know anyone too well. We were all in military transports in the Mediterranean Sea.
I was a part of the 118th Division and my division was a part of the southern invasion of France. We were the people who came in through the coastal city of Marseille. We were also the lucky ones who weren't a part of the invasion at Normandy beach. When I look back on that I question if I would even survive this damn war.
The one thing that I hated about boats was the way you sat down and you still swayed back and forth. Up and down. That whole concept of moving while sitting down confused my inner ear. I was nearly sea sick through out our voyage to our designated spot. But the question of whether this was sea sickness or the realization that I was about to be in a war that I could easily die in. I look around on the boat and see there are a mixed bunch of fellas with me. Some of them had a distant look on their faces that said they weren't really with us. Then there were the guys who were hanging over the railing through out the trip because of sea sickness or coming to the same realization that I did. And the most surprising were the group of men who had a look of confidence in their eyes. As if they were ready for what was ahead of them.
Before I start to space out and think about what each man on the boat was thinking, I get a light tap on my shoulder.
"It looks like you got a lot on your mind youngin'. Want a smoke?"
I've never had a cigarette before in my life but I thought it was never too late to try something new.
"Sure, thanks. My name is Bouie, Bouie Goodman, but you can call me Clay."
"Simmons......Richie Simmons. So where do you hail from Clay?"
"Wythville, Virginia. You?"
"Raleigh, North Carolina. You're just north of me over the state line. Talk about small world, huh?"
"Yeah, talk about small world."
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are ya? You can't be more than 20 years old like me now. Haha"
"You're right about that Richie. I'm only 18 years old."
As soon as I said this there was a silence. I shouldn't be worried about whether or not I was going to live. I should be worried about whether I was going to college or not. Or whether I was going to get a job or something. But before the silence got awkward, Richie said:
"I'm sorry to hear that Clay."
"Why are you sorry about? We're both in the same boat you know?"
"Of course he's on the same boat as ya. That's why you're able to talk to him face to face you shmuck."
"And who the hell are you?"
"Kyle Yestrempski from the southern Bronx. Who you two fellas?"
"I'm Clay Goodman from Wythville, Virginia."
"Richie Simmons. Raleigh, North Carolina."
"Jesus Christ! am I the only yank on this boat? You would think you could find another ones of meh somewhere but it just ain't cuttin' it I tell ya."
"Take a seat Kyle. Let's talk some turkey."
"Eh you might want to sit, but if I ain't standin' on this boat then I'm goin' to be sea sick."
"Fine by us then."
"So, eh....what you two fellas think about this? I mean this whole war and crap?"
"Well to be honest with ya Kyle, a good ole southern boy like me doesn't know what to make out of all of this. All I do know is the Japs bombed us at Pearl Harbor and we declared war with them, and in turn their allies declared war on our ass. I say the whole world is on fire."
"That might be true Greensborro-"
"Yeah yeah, whateva. But as I was sayings, I think this whole war was used to get us out of the Depression. You know? To boost the economy cause I got an uncle over in Jersey with his own business and he says that business is boomin' now. People are gettin' more stuff and the government is paying for supplies for the war and all."
"Now wait here. You telling me that our government planned a war where hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of people are going to die.....just to help out with their economy? That is a bunch of bull crap if you ask me."
"Eh, what do I know? All I am is a deli boy in the southern Bronx delivering meats and my motha's number to all the grown men. Jesus that woman is somethin' else."
I couldn't help but notice we were already getting into a routine. As if we were doing this our whole lives talking about family problems, politics, the economy, and so on and so forth. But then I understood that we had to get in a routine of some normalcy before the war started. Because once we got on land, we had to prepare ourselves for the unusual.
01-28-2011, 06:28 PM
No smoking! :lol:
02-17-2011, 01:37 AM
Chapter 2: Life as We Knew It
Time was passing by so quickly that me, Richie, and Kyle had no idea what to think about it. It was as if it were evaporating into the far reaches of history. Yet, when we tried to think about what happened......it felt as if they hours and days happened years ago. It was the feeling that you were stuck in time, but time could do anything to you.
I tried to not think about this weird phenomenon by thinking about home in Wytheville. I remembered the warm summer days that I would play with Dot by the creek that divided our families' land. Playing in the water, catching crawdads, and seeing if there was a snapping turtle if we were lucky. That was the last place I went with Dot right before I was sent for Basic Training. It was like good ole times, playing in the water and seeing how beautiful she is. I really missed her.....I missed her a lot actually.
"Hey Clay....you okay man?"
"Yeah Richie. Thanks for asking."
"It's no problem Clay. Our Cap'n wants to talk with us really soon about the invasion."
"It's time for that already?"
"Unfortunately it is Clay."
Now I have met some people in my life. A lot of them being vagabonds that came to my family's house looking for either a job or just food. No one had either in the Depression. We were lucky since my father owned his own garden and owned the ferry service for the river near our town. That was the only way to cross the river commercially. But none of the people I saw was like Captain Hampton. Captain Hampton was at an average height, athletically built, had blonde hair, blue eyes, and had the look that he wasn't going to take crap from anyone. He was a man that looked completely harmless at a first glance, but he had a mean right hook that would send a private to the infirmary for 3 days. The regiment that I was in gathered around him to hear what was supposed to happen the next day.
"Alright boys, we are the 118th Regiment and I am your commanding officer, Captain William T. Hampton. This invasion is going to be a split up into 3 groups. The first group will be deployed first south of Marseille at 0900 hours. Once the first group works it's way to up north to Marseille, the second group will invade directly at Marseille from the west. Once these two groups take over Marseille, the third group will set a perimeter directly north of Marseille to make sure those German bastards don't go up north to support their kind from the Normandy Invasion. We will be with the 117, 119, and 120 regiments coming from the south. So we are all a part of the first group. Do I make myself clear?"
And in perfect unison, our groups says:
"SIR YES SIR!"
"Very good gentlemen. I will see you early tomorrow."
I looked at Richie and Kyle and they had the same look as me. We just realized that war for us was about to happen soon.
02-17-2011, 02:09 AM
Wow, very nice. This should be a movie! o-o
03-04-2011, 05:26 AM
Chapter 3: From Boys, To Men
It was a cold, eerie morning the day of the invasion. There was a light fog surrounding the ship that morning with clouds forming islands in the ocean of the sky above. It looked like today would be more grey than usual. I couldn't sleep last night, but I didn't know anyone that got some sleep though. Knowing what we all would face the next day.
I put my hands in my pockets to warm myself up but I feel something that I forgot I had this whole time. I grab the soft cloth and pull it out from my pocket. It's Dot's favorite hair ribbon. She gave it to me the day I told her that I was drafted. I was actually dreaming about it the day I met Richie and Kyle. Dot gave me this because this was her way of giving me a good luck charm and telling me I'll come back to give it back to her. Before I think about Dot and when she gave me this prized possession, the morning horn blows telling us to wake up. I put the ribbon back in my pocket to hear Kyle yelling and asking what's happening.
"Jesus Christ what the hell is that?! Did those Nazi bastards find us or something?!"
"No Brooklyn, it's just the morning horn telling us to wake our asses up. Don't freak out."
"I'm not from Brooklyn Greensboro, I'm from the Bronx. And don't forget that do you hear?"
"Or what Brooklyn? You'll shoot me?"
"As a matter of fact, that just passed my mind when you opened your damn mouth. You red-neck bast-"
"Hey c'mon guys. We shouldn't be fighting right now. Especially right before we go into this invasion. We'll need to support each other and make sure we watch each other's backs."
"You're right Clay, and I'm sorry Kyle. I'm just on edge right now."
"It's alright Rich, we're all on edge right now. All of us somehow."
As my friends talk through their altercation, Captain Hampton walks by saying"
"Very well put Private Goodman. True words of a leader if you ask me."
"Why thank you sir."
"Don't thank me private, just know when those skills will be needed. Now, if you don't mind gentlemen, I'm getting the hell off this sh!t hole of a boat and putting my ass in one of those ducks. Better get going."
When Captain Hampton says this, he walks off and the whole group knows what to do next. Me, Richie, and Kyle look at each other, knowing what the other is thinking that our best chances of surviving this invasion was sticking around Captain Hampton. We quickly pick up our gear and run towards Captain Hampton's duck. As soon as all three of us get on the duck it reaches full capacity.
As we slowly lower to the choppy Mediterranean Sea, Richie hears a holler coming from the deck of the ship. He turns around and notices one of his old friends.
"Sam?! Sam Thompson?! Is that you you dog you?!"
"Yep! It's me Richie! I didn't know you were on this God forsaken ship!"
"Was now Sam. What regiment are you in?"
"I'm a part of the 120th regiment. You?"
"I'm a part of the 118th. I guess we'll see each other on the beach pretty soon, right?"
"You bet Richie. I'll see you on the beach pal."
"See ya on the beach Sam."
As these friends say their good byes, our duck finally enters the water. Richie watches his friend get in the duck behind us. Duck A10.
Richie turns around to see me and Kyle looking at him. We understood how Richie was feeling right now. We all had life long friends in this. And the sad part was we knew some of them had a good chance of not making it back home with us. But before we say anything, Captain Hampton turns around to talk about the invasion:
"Alright boys, as I said yesterday this invasion is going to be split up by three parts. The first part will invade the south of Marseille and clean up all the trenches, bunkers, and outposts outside of Marseille. This is so that our tanks and artillery can get in and help us out with taking over the actual city of Marseille. Once most of the trenches and bunkers get cleared out, there will be another invasion party coming from the coast of Marseille. A once they get a foothold in the city, half of that group will break and set a perimeter north of city. Cutting the enemies retreat from helping their brothers in the Normandy invasion. We are a part of the first part for this whole invasion, so we will be facing the most action. We will clear out all these trenches and bunkers to get the first shipment of tanks on shore. Once they get on this beach, we will go north towards Marseille and help out with the second group. Do I make myself clear gentlemen?"
"SIR YES SIR!!!"
"Very good. And let me say this now before we land that it's my honor to serve with all of you men. I promise to do my job and get as many of you back home from this war. Now let's go."
When Captain Hampton said this, there was silence on our duck. It was the silence that everyone knew what we were facing and will fight it to the death. It was something that you only understood as a promise to yourself and to the group that you'll do your best.
I look at Richie and Kyle and we knew then and there that this was the moment we became brothers. Brothers through life......and death.
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