Post by shina on Jul 22, 2002 6:16:43 GMT -5
CAUTION: This may be distressing for some members
No small talk this time.
I was in the exercise hall at my old school, the school had been destroyed at had most of the the buildings in the local township.
I was held up their with a group of my old friends from school. By the ways that we were dressed, I think that we must have been some militia or military unit.
Outside in the car park a machine gun was set up in the shell of an old car and also as a forward warning section. I could feel the foul wind blow over. I could also smell the rancid ordour or death and destruction.
I went inside and one of my friends came up to me and saluted and said "Sir... we have reports of missiles incoming"
I returned the salute and replied "Very well sargent have the men close up"
The next minute the missles landed roughy 300m from the machine bunker. The next were closer. A few people outside were blown apart in the fire ball that followed. Next a stray missles came down though the roof with out detonating.
Every one ran for cover. One person though that he had enough skill to disarm it, but alas, he didn't the missle went off killing people as the sharpnel toar though the room.
I ran up to a close female friend was laying on the ground with her intestines spilling out though a wound roughly 6-7 cms long and 4-5 cms wide.
The dream skipped forward a few years to when peace had followed. I walked down the once runned street and saw a friend who wasn't at the building when the attack happened. He started to accuse me for the death of the people there and the long lasting injuries and truma of the people who were present.
Thanks for reading and sorry about wasting your time.
No small talk this time.
I was in the exercise hall at my old school, the school had been destroyed at had most of the the buildings in the local township.
I was held up their with a group of my old friends from school. By the ways that we were dressed, I think that we must have been some militia or military unit.
Outside in the car park a machine gun was set up in the shell of an old car and also as a forward warning section. I could feel the foul wind blow over. I could also smell the rancid ordour or death and destruction.
I went inside and one of my friends came up to me and saluted and said "Sir... we have reports of missiles incoming"
I returned the salute and replied "Very well sargent have the men close up"
The next minute the missles landed roughy 300m from the machine bunker. The next were closer. A few people outside were blown apart in the fire ball that followed. Next a stray missles came down though the roof with out detonating.
Every one ran for cover. One person though that he had enough skill to disarm it, but alas, he didn't the missle went off killing people as the sharpnel toar though the room.
I ran up to a close female friend was laying on the ground with her intestines spilling out though a wound roughly 6-7 cms long and 4-5 cms wide.
The dream skipped forward a few years to when peace had followed. I walked down the once runned street and saw a friend who wasn't at the building when the attack happened. He started to accuse me for the death of the people there and the long lasting injuries and truma of the people who were present.
Thanks for reading and sorry about wasting your time.
