Lieutenant Phillips

It was a dull, dreary day. Fear was in the air. It was as if we had been shepherded into a nightmare. I, Lieutenant Oliver Phillips, had to sit in a barge with other soldiers who could not keep down their previous meal. I, on the other hand, had not eaten as I felt like I would vomit if I had; looked like I had made the right decision. I took my small, dirty canteen and had a long gulp as to dry it out. The waves crashed us to the shore, as if they were being controlled by a ferocious sea monster. The doors fell open and most of the soldiers rushed out but I alongside my brother, Private James Phillips, plunged into the watery depths of the ice cold sea beneath us.

I couldn't open my eyes. The water was filling my lungs. I had to get out, not for me but I had to save my brother; he was not meant to be here, he only joined because I did. He isn't athletic, he isn't strong. I had to save him. I struggled and struggled, but eventually I got my backpack off. I floated to the top, still trying to hold my breath. I made it. But as soon as I turned to look for James, there was a loud BANG and a deep, red pool of blood formed around me. Soon after a fairly long, thin body floated towards me. "NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs "Whoever did this will pay. I must take vengeance!" and with that I clamped my brother, Private James Gideon Phillips, to me for one final time.

Everything seemed to have slowed down for a few moments: the machine guns muffled, the screams for help disappeared completely; when everything came back it seemed to have become chaos: the bullets from the machine guns darted everywhere and hitting the ground like small explosions, the screams had become unbearable to hear. My hands were clenched around my gun. I ran, no I sprinted. Pushing everything in my way down, I found my target. I aimed the gun. Looked at him as though he was a dartboard and shot about five or six times to make sure he and his friends were dead as the red sea. I yelled in triumph but to my surprise I had misses one, only one, of that murderers friends. He pointed his gun at me. I broke into a run. I could hear the bullets chasing me. I ducked. The bullets sprung back off the iron hedgehogs. He shoots again. This one was gaining on me. I could hear it right behind me and...

I must have passed out because everyone around me was dead. There was so much blood in the sea it barely looked like the sea anymore. I travelled around the beach, looking for some life but nothing. I looked again to see if I had missed seeing just a twitch of a finger but instead I find my best friend, Lieutenant Harris Aldridge. I could not live like this, so I searched and found a hand gun. Picked it up. Held it to my head. Said my goodbyes and BANG... I had joined my brother.