Don't serve as soldier...

...Finally, after three days of battle. Finally they got the air support.

Corporal Div took down he's machine-pistol. He found a stone to take cover behind, finally, now he could get a short rest, while the air support takes care of the enemies.

"Div! Get outta there NOW!" someone yelled.

Private Anthony saw, how Div and the stone he covered behind were turned into dust.

"What the hell just took Div from us?" corporal Jhonson asked.
Anthony got a little shock. He hadn't noticed him coming.
"The air-guys only take care of the atillery, we are getting killed by those damned anti-tank!" Anthony answered.

"Geezes, lets hope our covering-stone don't go up like Div!"
"Yeah..." Anthony answered in a half dream-like state. Anthony had allways been a kind of a dreamer, he didn't allways care what others said.

"60mm mortar shell! Everyone get down!" one of their soldiers shouted over the battlefield.

"Why aren't our air-support taking out those mortars?" seargent Jimmy shouted in a desperate try to make he's teammates hear it.

"Because all of the planes are laying on the ground and the pilots inside shattered from our world!" Jhon answered.

"Trying to play poet or are you just not taking it serious that over half of your best friends are DEAD?!"

Not getting an answer, Jimmy notices Jhon having a bullet in he head.

Now many of their soldiers shocked, noticing that their enemies are running towards them with fully automated weapons, and the trigger pulled down all the way.

Anthony doing the most stupid of all, looks over he's cover-stone...

He gets hit in he's chest and fall directly to the ground.

Having flashbacks of everything evil he had done in he's life, he started shouting..

"AAARRGH! YOU MUST NOT DIE! IT WASN't MEEEE!!"

Jhonson noticed that Anthony's eyes begin to glow in blue. Paralyzed by the sight of he's friend, he could't react and gets hit by a bullet in he's shoulder.

Jhonson fell to the ground, with instant death from the hit.

Anthony's last sight, is he's best friend laying on the warm sand with blood out of he's mouth and blinding white, soulless and sad eyes.

Then everything is becoming foggy, and he realizes, that the time has come....

not bad, nothing special tho, but i like the way it's written
good job

Indeed, it looks nice.
One little suggestion though. Use "his" instead of "he's" :)

Lol! yeah didn't notice that.

How in the world could you miss that? :P

well, cuz my grammar is "realy GOOD" ;)
i just got acrried away by the story actuayl... :stolen_emote:

I must agree with that. The story does has something that kept me reading. Most stories here don't stack with my interest and I increase my speed of reading half way so I finish it faster but often miss a few things.
Even though it is short, it kept me interested.

(aargh, no need to tell me, i know last post was 4 days ago, but i havn't been active here for some days)

Thanks :)

Never made it really into good storywriting...

and geezes i can't find around in his and he's and whatever!

english isnt your native language right?

i bet your really good in writing in your own language.
it did kept me interested. so thats good.

Write some more.

Yesterday night i psoted another around-now-time short story, called Operation Fallen Copter, check it out