Bill couldn’t believe his eyes. What was a little kid
doing out here. For God’s sake this is crazy. Where’s his mother.
“Stop watching that child Bill and concentrate on your
loading mate.”
“But Charlie he’s all alone…he’s crying and wounded. We
have to help him! He’s going to die out there, we have to do something.”
“For Christ sake keep loading or we’re all dead including
the boy!”
“There has to be something we can do…look at him he’s
bleeding…he’s hurt and scared. He’s terrified we have to do something. We just
have…”
“We’re out! Bloody hell we’re out! Alright let’s go then…
we aren’t doing any good with an empty gun. Let’s go.”
Charlie is cut in two before Bill’s eyes and he just
stares uncomprehending and then turns and jumps the gun emplacement sand bag
wall and starts to sprint towards the boy. All he can think of is getting to
him and bringing him to safety. He hears the sound of the engine and knows that
a Sturmovik is coming in for a run at his former gun emplacement. He even hears
the kick of the bomb being released. A wave of heat washes over him but he is
on the edge of the napalms impact zone and only his legs beneath his knees are
engulfed in searing pain. He is knocked down and tries to get up but his lower
legs are missing and then the pain hits. The second Sturmovik’s run splashes
him with napalm again.
Splashes is probably not the right term for something
that is a liquid flame, that does incredible damage to the human body and soul
of those who witness it and those who inflict it on others. This little splash,
for wont of a better word, of this viscous, liquid flame hits his upper torso
as he is struggling to remove his helmet. When the splash of napalm hits it is
splashed further and lands on just a couple of patches on his left and right
side. He drops his arms and they become welded to his body. This douses the
flame but not before his arms are pinned. He finally starts to scream. He
screams for what seems like hours and then something gets through the pain.
Something cuts right though his agony. It is the little boy and he is standing
by him and watching him.
He tries to detach his right arm from his body and rips a pound of flesh from his side. He is so intent on reaching the boy that he
feels nothing. He reaches out but then his muscles fail him. They become
detached from their bony anchor and finally the pain becomes too much and shock
sets in. He collapses and he dies staring at the little boy who in turn is
staring at him.
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