Show Me Peace

 

Christmas Eve. 1941. Hong Kong.

A continuous bevy of shots from assault rifles and machine gun fire filled the air like a devilish percussion straight from hell. Mortars and grenades exploded around them like thunder cracks of mass destruction. Bullets, dirt, and shrapnel shot through the air. Men shouted and screamed as blood poured out upon the earth.

“Danny!” Joe yelled as he saw his friend take a bullet.

Crimson blood stained the front of his olive-drab field jacket as he clutched at his stomach. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Joe bolted forward from the protection of the foxhole. Continue reading “Show Me Peace”

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