Writing O'Brien Style

Everybody lies. Its true. Actu eachy, its a fact. Every guy I bangs lied; to his mom, to his girlfriend. How argon things? Things are great mom, re solelyy, couldnt be better. Sure miss them potatoes though.         Everybody was tryin to emotional state tough when we were all scared as hell.

Spooked by the noises at night. Damn monkeys made coconuts or sumthin fall off them trees and we ran to our guns. some(prenominal) of the guys even off slept with them, kinda akin those security blankets we all had as kids, the kind your mom buys for you when youre a baby, but its big plenteous so when you get older it simmer down fits you know? Until you consecrate that majical age when youre too old for that kinda stuff.

Yea, too old. We were all babys cryin for our mammas. On the outside we werent. No way chief. Yes sir! No sir! Nuthin in between. Malone. Man, Malone never showed nuthin. Yea hed crack a joke here(predicate) and there with us, maybe play poker, kicked all our asses at Texas, got outrage at baseball though. Kid mediocre never jailed his brain round that game. Wasnt your all-round card shark ya know? Weve all got our thing. Him an Tony though, man they were tight. Call em homos or brothers, doesnt make a difference, I personally study, well doesnt really matter what I think, any(prenominal) floats your boat skilful? Those two guys, standardised glue. I propound they were never more than 5 feet away from each other. sort of creepy but war does stuff to you I guess.

        So this one night we were camping outside this village. give out had iridescent up some village kids and came back with their beer. Guess even congs give care a good party. That stuff wasnt really beer though. Tasted like s smash-up but we didnt care, we were all pretty much wino twenty minutes later anyway. Malone was down $42 and Tony was devising his way to the crapper. Ha! Ha! Smoked your Johny! Man, go hatful your own Johny youre still $30 in the hole. Ray was flagitious when it came to poker. He might not be able to call in his cards but hed never lose.

Malone was wasted and wasnt about to let Ray remind him how much he owed.

The cards were flung to the floor. eff you two I had a full boat! Shutup shiner you suck at poker! I dont SUCK! Ray threw the first punch. Left hook right on the money. fawn was swoll. His establishment turned red as christmas lights.

then a deafening scream came out of the jungle. Ray flipped. Literally. Slipped on a card, dont know how the hell it happened but that saved his life. The bullet would energise run him straight through the chest, hit Jello right in the forehead.

Damn fine shot. His big round face turned white. Maybe it was all the blood gushing out, incisively like in the movies, or maybe he run into it comming and had time to get scared. He went kinda cross-eyed. Lookin where the bullet was I guess, dont think he could gull anything. Three more hit him in the chest. Looked like he was doin the backstroke or something, dont think hed ever fit into a speedo. Our CO had to special pasture his uniform. Took three days for the girls to sew it. The one thing that stay with me though are his legs. Legs the size of a guys head, they just unbroken giggling. The fat just didnt wanna stop living I guess. Looked like theyd stuck some vibrating contraption to him. I swear you could hear it. Womp Womp womP. slow and slower. Then there were explosions. Lots of small ones.



Like the alarming finaley on the fourth of July. When youre laying on the grass in the park with your girl just watching her watch the toss away turn colors. Then everything just erupted in flames and those vcs went running like ants away from a shoe.

Malone had been heading back to bed erst Ray and Mouse started fighting when he say Tony, still crapping, and a soldier pulling a knife on him. The grenade went flying in the lead anyone had a chance to react. The guy just kinda caught it with his stomach which ended up on his face. yet that didnt matter. We all guessed that theyd been planning to light our camp up. Like the beer we didnt know what it was, but theyd spread some kind of highly flamable changeful around the trees and that all burst once the grenade went. Tony pulled his pants up and we all went to sleep.

        Two weeks later he landed on a mine. Him and Ray had their fight. That left(p) hooks a killer. Went down $5 in the hole. Finally won a game of baseball.

Then he exploded. It was quite a site. Id read about guys being drawn and quartered back in the day, never thought Id see anything like it. His arms man, and his legs, they just ripped. Like close on the playground. No one slept that night. Cept Malone. And he never woke up.

        They say if you see yourself die in your dreams you die in your bed.

Malone saw a guy blown to mush after a left hook. Guess he didnt get that immage out of his mind before he passed out.

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