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Vietnam
written by Genocide Reaper11:38 PM 10/22/04| This country decided to free the South vietmanese, and off my Dad went, got off of those busted knees. He went out into the humid jungle, m16 in hand. The country had made a great blunder, declareing police action. Keep the North from invadeing. Jungles filled with giant blood suckers and insane kod cutters, yet, they would spill the guts of a marine open, cut his genitals off and place them in his mouth. Not a pretty site to think about is it? No didn't think so. Now imagine being on partrol. Imagine walking the killing fields alone, after your platoon was masacred because some one leaked information, and this left one man to his own survival and dedication to murder, mud crawling, man slaying, blood hunger, everything but his surrender, you don't know shit, until you've had found yourself in cambodia surrounded by giant leaches and communist ticks. Use a Dead marines radio to get the fuck back to base, only to find yourself stuck back out in the jungle of death. Men died from disease, bullet fire, and greande tosses, men who could barely sign their name still gave their life, men who were young and dumb, still full of cum lost their life. Picture an 18 year old boy getting his brains blown out onto you. the same boy you told yourself you would protect, like war? its Hell. so fuck you. Now, when it was all done and said, and there was nothing but fucked up gore filled memorys inside your head. You went home, got drunk, pulled out the gun, but couldn't put it to an end. Only advise you could give a young grunt as you left and a load of young boys were heading in. "get ready to trade that m16." When your out of ammo, and theres no one their to help you cherry, you'll need something you can take off of a dead man. |
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I think I'll write another one, just got to figure out how to word some one sitting in a chopper watching a man with an M60 iceing Men, women, and children.
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