My Short Story

[briggzy]

Is based on my life. Practically everything is true......i have changed the names of the people involved.

Chapter 1 - Me, Myself and Her

Alot has changed over the last year and a half. I was once a quiet but smart arsed child, who didn't really speak out against anybody. I am now a dope smoking, whiskey drinking smart arse. Well, not everything has changed.

I am sitting here, reflecting on my life. I don't know whether I am going down the wrong path or the right path, I don't know whether I have ****ed up or im going too. I just know i'm having a great time, whatever path I'm slowly wandering down. I feel more alive and more loved than ever before. I am told I'm the kindest, most caring person out of all my mates. I don't trust what I am told. Not after what I have experienced. Drink and drug have taken its toll on everybody I know, everyone I love and care about. Any other place in Britain, we would be mad, nutters, hard case's for doing what we do. It's the north. It's normal. So we're not different to anybody else. Through the blur of Heavy Metal music and rushed conversations, theres a light. She's brilliant, this light. She's better than anybody I have ever known. She is the thing I want. But, as you will see, I never get what I want. You don't know me yet, but you will soon. You'll know me too well.

Chapter 2 - Hungover

I wake up, heavy headed. I didn't know if I had done something I would regret. To be frank, I didn't care. All I cared about was her. Little did I know I would be sharing a loving, but meaningless kiss with her, one year and a half from now. If i wandered into school today, i would be greeted with 'Alright Briggs' when I walked down the halls. Ignorantlooks towards me. People knew who i was, but they didn't have the balls to take a stand and be seen infront of everybody talking to me. I wasn't the most unpopular person around, but my 'I am better than you' attitude wasn't everybodies cup of tea. Fair enough, i don't expect it to be.

To be honest, I hadn't liked her for long. Enough of the 'her'. She's called Sophie. I hadn't liked Sophie for long, but i liked her enough. Everyone still thought I fancied Lauren. Lauren, was a moody bitch who cried far too much. There were third world countries getting years worth of water because of her crying. Just because I acted uneasy around her meant that I loved her? How are you ment to act around somebody who has their head in their hands, sobbing more than they should. Don't get me wrong, I did like Lauren for a while. maybe about half a year, but no more. When I found out she had problems.....and a boyfriend, I left it. I might of left it, but nobody else did. As soon as I stopped liking her. More and more people found out that I once did like her and believed I still did. And I couldn't be bothered to tell them otherwise. That was prbley the point where I dropped in everybodies estimations. Nobody liked someone that couldn't let go. I could let go of Lauren. But as I was to find out, I couldn't forget about Sophie.

All these thoughts and more shot around my head. I was 14 and I didn't have anybody to guide me through the stressful teenage years I had ahead. My mam and dad, split when I was five. Every now and again, I would see my dad, but not for long. It was like meeting a stranger, getting to know him and then having him snatched away at the last minute. I couldn't talked to him. As much as I told myself he was my dad I couldn't bring myself to share my 'secrets' with him. I didn't think he would understand. My 'dad' just seemed like a voice at the end of the phone that I could talk to for three minutes every Sunday lunchtime. My dad, wasn't my dad. Well, you know what I mean!

Chapter 3 - No Drink!

A confession. I hadn't drank the night before. The heavy head was just a sign of sleep. Or lack of. The thing I was suffering from was worse than a hangover. This thing made you feel i'll, imsommnia hits you like a tonne of bricks. You feel every little prick, every movement. Anything that can keep you from sleeping will. What am I talking about? Love! ****ing Love! Its been my worst enemy over the years, but it has also gotten me place's I would never dream of. I would lie in bed, just hoping that I would be able to put my head on the pillow and fall into a great dream which would involve me, Sophie and a bed. Well, two out of three isn't bad.

By far, the worst thing about me falling in love with this girl, was that she had a boyfriend. I didnt know much about him. What I did know about him...he was me. He was also called Matty. Another bad thing, was that i didnt even speak to her. I just saw her and I knew she was the one. You could call me stupid for thinking this but fate seemed to be on my side. I use the word seemed, because, like everything else fate ****s up right at the last minute. As it did here.

Much, much more to come

 

[Joe]

Thanks for the life story, pops!

(I am so cynical)

 

[Gerrard 17]

Is the rest written, and you are just waiting to post it, or you are going to write it?

Post it...

 

[Vagegast]

What ya think of this?

UNDER FIRE

Even though it was 2 A.M local time, Lieutenant Logan was sitting in his sand-filled tent behind his computer. He was looking at a picture of his new-born son; send to him by his wife from the hospital back in New Jersey, where she had given born to Ramirez. Lieutenant Logan was an infantryman from the U.S. Army’s 10th Mountain Division stationed at Bagram Airport near Kabul, Afghanistan. He hasn’t seen his wife since September 28th 2001, when he left the U.S. for Afghanistan. He didn’t leave in pity or sadness. He was proud. He was proud to defend his country.

With 23 other soldiers and their 80-lb. rucksacks Lieutenant Logan went into the Chinook helicopter. Moments before the 24 men were briefed about their mission in the early morning. They were about to fly into the mountains of Eastern Afghanistan. They were heading toward Kow-e-Safaed, or White Mountain, located about 50 miles to the east of their base. Eastern Afghanistan, especially the deserted snow-covered mountains close to the border, was considered a place where many Taliban and Al-Qaeda were still holding up. They were planning to either attack from there, or preparing to cross the border into Pakistan. Lieutenant Logan was trying to trying to get a short nap. He was the only one, because the others’ adrenaline was flowing through their bodies like never before. Even though they’re called ‘the best of the best’ they haven’t experienced anything like what was about to happen to them.

The time had come. Lieutenant Logan and his fellow soldiers cautiously clambered down the Chinook’s ramp into the center of four surrounding mountains. Before he could think, AK-47 rifle fire began peppering the soldiers. He realized they were deep into the home team’s end zone and that they were very vulnerable and exposed. The firing would not stop and over the loud noise from the bullets whizzing past him he could here his fellow soldiers screaming, obviously hit bullets being sprayed on them. Everybody was trying to find cover behind small rocks or mountain walls, so they would be out of the enemy’s sight. The second Lieutenant Logan thought he had found cover behind a big rock, the whistles and thuds of rocket-propelled grenades, 82-mm mortar round and heavy machine gun filled the sky. Seconds later U.S. soldiers were returning fire with M-4 assault carbines and M-240 machine guns. Although the enemy’s firing-rate was high, their aiming was bad. They weren’t more than 200 yards away.

“Enemy moving in from the west. Keep destroying ‘em,” Lieutenant Logan told his soldiers over the radio. The enemy’s grenades missed by hundreds of yards but Lieutenant Logan had to deal with the wounded. “Who’s hit?” he asked over the radio. But a grenade fell a couple of feet away from Lieuteant Logan and shattered the radio, before he could get an answer. Without hesitating he left his cover behind the rock and ran about 20 feet. Then he dragged Sergeant Abott, who was wounded in the leg, for another 20 feet where they found a small cave, the entrance not bigger than their bodies’ diameter. Following him was Sergeant Perez, who was covering Lieutenant Logan with his M-4 weapon. Right now they were out of sight, but they never knew when the enemy would move in. Lieutenant Logan decided to check out the cave, even though he knew it could be booby trapped. Fortunately it wasn’t. When he crawled inside the cave, there was a big narrow hall but two rooms at the end. He put Sergeant Abott in one of them. He took Abott’s radio and assisted Sergeant Perez in cover fire.

Over the radio, his other soldiers were reporting enemy advances and more casualties. Lieutenant Logan was informed over the radio that eight other soldiers were hit. The others were still firing and with success. “These are professionals, but we’re killing them, sir,” Sergeant First Class Cox reported over the radio. He told Lieutenant Logan his position. They had found a similar cave where they had put 7 wounded, and they were trying to get the other two. “Sir, we’re holding ground, but we need help.” Lieutenant Logan replied:
”We need to get on a good distance of these guys and than call in an air-raid. Maybe 1000 or 2000 lb,” Lieutenant Logan said, referring to the weight of the bombs.

After Lieutenant Logan and Sergeant Perez reached the others after a couple of minutes, he ordered 5 soldiers to move to an nearby ridge line where they could get a good shot and at the same time have pretty good cover.
In a matter of minutes they killed the enemy at an incredible rate and leaving only snipers 500 yards away. Meanwhile Lieutenant Logan went to check on the wounded. Miraculously none of them was critically wounded but most of them were losing a lot of blood. He understood the seriousness of the situation and ordered Sergeant Greene to call in air-strikes. A dozen of snipers where still shooting at them with, obviously, enough ammo and were guarding the escape paths.

The snipers was bothering Lieutenant Logan and he fixed the problem of not having a sniper-rifle himself. He teamed up with Sergeant Highley and decided to use their M-4s to take the remaining snipers out. Highley was squeezing off rounds as Lieutenant Logan served as Highley’s magnifying scope, telling Sergeant Highley where to aim his weapon. Although it wasn’t easy, they managed to take out one or two.

After 20 minutes B-52 bombers, F-16 and F-18 fighter jets and AC-130 gun ships pulverized enemy hold-outs leaving nothing behind including anyone alive. The whispering of bullets whizzing nearby stopped and the echoes of exploding grenades also stopped. Within an hour all the wounded where evacuated by two CH-47 choppers. A Black Hawk chopper was waiting for the ones who weren’t wounded and took off as soon as Sergeant Logan made sure none of his soldiers were left behind.

Two months later Lieutenant Logan was awarded the Bronze Star for valor. The Army General in command declared their mission “an absolute success” and praised Lieutenant Logan for his heroism. Lieutenant Logan’s platoon later estimated to have killed “into the hundreds.”

 

[Joe]

"He realized they were deep into the home team’s end zone and that they were very vulnerable and exposed."

Doesn't make sense if that is referring to the NFL.

 

[Vagegast]

Well, didn't write it. I did turn it in though

 

[anashassan170]

Keep your hard work up 'Vagegast'! You may be my rival in writing as I'm writing my play 'Crisis'

Anas

 

[Joe]

Originally posted by anashassan170
Keep your hard work up 'Vagegast'! You may be my rival in writing as I'm writing my play 'Crisis'

Anas

Naw, I'm sure you suck.

 

[IceBlu]

Originally posted by Joe
Naw, I'm sure you suck.

lol