Mission Accomplished...

Wrote this for something on IAW...


"CHARGE!"

The commander's voice booms across the battlefield. He does as he's told. Shells that fall from the sky do a lot of damage. He dodges one-two-three! The fourth almost gets him. He's back on his feet now. Ready to kill. He sees the enemy coming at him now. One shot, one kill. That's his way of doing things.

"Keep Moving Private!"

The commander moves past him. The commander's a brave man he thinks. Another shell dodged. He moves forward. Jumping over a few corpses, creating a few. That's what he does. Those are his orders. Reaching the bunker he looks around for a brief moment. The commander's lying dead a little to his left. From the corner of his eye a figure takes aim. Another kill for the private. Moving into the bunker he finds what he's come for.

"STOP! DO NOT MOVE!" He sees a familiar figure at the corner of the room.

"Stripes. You're still alive. Shit! I had my money on you dying yesterday!"

Stripes pounces. That's what they're taught. Move forward. Kill. The private drops his gun. Time to get back to day one of killing camp. That's what they call it. That's where they're all trained. That's where they become Privates. Where they learn to obey without question. To kill without concern. Knifing time. They fight like they've known each other forever. And maybe they have. They grew up together. Brothers. But orders are to be followed. He dodges a jab and returns a hit. Two hits. Three.

"Good bye Stripes."

The Final blow is in position. But Stripes has his orders too. A silent cut ends His life. He isn't that bad either. Stripes whispers as his gut tears.
"Mission accomplished."