I was taking a smoke with Lt.Heinsburg as we were reminiscing about our wives and kids. Suddenly it happened. We were going to our 5th post in the cold mist and dew as I could see the outline of our squadron leader larry. I was going to give the ol' pat on the back until I saw him grasp for his heart and fall. As I went over a battalion of men were trudging from the local village. We dragged his body down into the trenches as we got out our Swedish-K automatics. The paramedic arrived as we were holding the wounds, his eyes cold and bleak in agony. he sputtered blood, death black as he screamed for his wife, his kids. His love of life had dissipated, almost blinded like the mist on the battlefield. He told me to "give them hell boy!" as he leaned back and shut his eyes. I felt the essence of life escape him through those last words.
The screams of those damn gook-eyes kept me going as the flamethrowers ripped down the towns were they lived, families were dying as I laughed. Our bunker was about 50 paces away from them, we were shooting into the mist as it engulfed our only hopes of defense. Lieutenant Heinsburg was leading the aerial strikes and mortars toward the northern land were they were coming from. The bastards left after aerial support arrived. the area smelled as bugs came and ate us alive. Most of our men contracted diseases and many died thanks to those fucking gooks using their own fallen to kill us. Private Huckleberry was our radio defense, he was 18 years old when this happened and couldn't take it. He made it out, but a month after that he snuck out and shot 20 Vietnamese then himself. His family was heart strucken by the accident, he had a wife and got married before he was drafted. From what Heinsburg told me she was pregnant. After one month we gained intelligence of their base, a nearby town in some weird vietnamese accent I can't even type. When we arrived I expected those rice eyes cleaning their guns for the war. To my surprise, through the bushes we saw women, children, and men alive. As we walked through they glared in tones of confusion, anger,and fear. When we arrived Huck(Who was still alive) contacted base and told them the people were mostly neutral. We waited as the townsfolk glared, a crowd began to form as we started to get paranoid. After half an hour base told us our next orders, I realized why they didn't tell us before we came. We were ordered to kill all and any civilians in the vicinity. We told to get all of them inside the houses (Huck knew basic Vietnamese since he was our communication chief). We took some rope and shut down the doors to all the houses, those who refused we brought them to the wall and shot them dead with a silenced. Our flamethrower man Sven Klaphos got the oil ready and put on the machine. We started with a rather big house, filled with about 3 families, I counted around fifteen children. Their screams were agonizing as I threw up behind a nearby bush. I heard they youngings crying near their mother asking "Whats happening mama" as I learned from Huck. Their screams I still hear today if I close my eyes enough. As we opened the door to make sure they were dead the sight was horrific, I coudn't tell from body parts from dirt as their last expressions were scarred onto their faces. We burned each and every one as they were clawing at the door, pleading. Sven was a sick fuck, I swear to god I heard that mother fucker laughing at the cries, he was about 26 and was based for a while. When we were done and the last agonizing screams were heard we headed home to rest. I couldn't sleep that night and I could never understand how anyone else could.
After that we headed home, I was one of the last reinforcements before the president took us back. I hugged my wife and kids as tears rolled down my eyes. I am currently 57 years old and I am going to die with a charred heart. The things I have seen and done are not anything close any of you kids will experience. Wars are fought by the bitter old with the innocent young. Your crying over a stupid comment I posted calling someone autistic? If you were in my shoes you would have given your hail mary's and shot yourself to get rid of the pain of war. Thinking about this brings me hear wrenching pain. Maybe you will realize the pains of life that lurk around you, protected by the mirror you know as the 'modern world'.