Something doesn't feel right about this, but i was thinking maybe you could possibly point out my grammar mistakes and tenses, since i often mix past and present terribly. >.<
Oh, and i'm not sure who is general, private etc etc. Maybe one of you knows? This is just what i've done so far, and i want to know what y'all think before i write anymore of chapter one.
CHAPTER ONE
1944
JESSICA BREVET. FRANCE, EASY COMPANY. PARA TROUPER
“SOMEBODY CALL A MEDIC!” I heard someone cry. There was a strange ringing in my ears as I looked around for the injured soldier on the dead grass, but after a while of looking through the dense fog, and seeing nothing but soldiers in action, I realised that I was the wounded soldier.
The sharp sound of gunshots made me cry, the sickening smell of my blood made me throw up. The whole experience made me just want to die, truth be told, I was dying. The irony…
“Don’t worry! You’re going to be fine private!”
I struggled to focus my sight on the frantic soldier as he searched for the exit of my bullet wound. His warm hands against my body made me feel slightly calmer as I wriggled and screamed in agony. After the soldier ripped open my t-shirt, I heard him gasp, and I tried (and failed) to cover my self up.
“You’re a… a woman?” I heard him squeak.
“Please,” I gurgled.
There was nothing I could do; they’d probably send me straight back once I was fixed, if I was fixed… I couldn’t even explain. No excuses for a woman if I couldn’t even explain anything.
The sound of footsteps and yelling soldiers made me turn on my side to hide my exposed chest, and as I did I threw up my own thick blood on to the wet grass.
I closed my eyes, thinking of happy moments, songs I liked and my family back home. The only problem was, I couldn’t think straight when my own blood was soaking my clothes and the green grass.
“Webster? Webster what happened to him?” Eugene’s voice brought my screaming to none, and I waited for shock to hit him when he discovered I was not a he…
“She,” I corrected him as he rolled me over and stared into my sad eyes. There was nothing I couldn’t love about this guy, so beautiful: handsome, flawless. But I hated the way he looked at me as if I was a disgusting piece of broccoli he’d unfortunately swallowed!
“I’m not called Jesse, I’m called Jessica… I…”
My mouth filled with blood, and I began to choke on it. The pain of choking was terrible, it felt as if someone had stuck a thousand pins down my throat and told me to gulp them all down in one go.
Webster rolled me back onto my side, patting my back gently and letting me spew my guts up. Meanwhile, Eugene began working on my wound, applying pressure and searching for the bullet. It was painful, obviously, and everything was beginning to numb throughout my body.
I could no longer taste, my hearing was deafening, and my sense of smell was beginning to fade. I knew something like this was going to happen, I knew I’d probably get hit and end up dying on the battlefield. But I wanted the experience, selfish me pretending to be a boy, just because I could. Much thinner and less busty than every other woman I’d ever met, my short brown hair and plain features, I could definitely qualify for a teenage boy.
Maybe this was where I was always meant to die… in the middle of a field in open fire, somewhere in France.
My thoughts began to slide, my vision fading, mouth slacking…
“Damn you Jess! Don’t you dare die! Stay with us!” I heard Webster crying, heard his whimpering as he cradled my head in his lap, letting me spew blood all over him.
“Come on Eugene! Hurry up for fuck’s sake!”
“I know I know! I almost got it, I almost…”
Silence.
“Sorry,” my voice sounded weak and awful as it mixed with the horrific noise of the gurgling blood at the back of my throat.
My limbs began to slack and I could even hear my heartbeat fade. Eugene’s hand retracted from my insides, I shuddered, closed my eyes, and never woke up.
***
RICHARD WINTERS. FRANCE. EASY COMPANY. PARA TROOPER
The news of a female death angered many, and the situation was very unreal. Plenty of people with high authority in the army were coming in and demanding they speak with whoever god damn fool sent the troops out… probably to demote the one responsible for signing the girl up, and not even noticing she was a she, and not a boy. But one thing I was sure of was that this had most likely happened before.
Something as careless and thought provoking as this made me sick with guilt for not seeing the trooper for whom she really was. Needless the tragic news, Easy Company had pleased me so far; having lost fine soldiers – the remaining few had done me proud.
They executed the Germans swiftly and destroyed the guns, tanks and bunkers with stealth. And Spiers was a guy you just had to admire, his skills and attitude towards his job should have got him a promotion, but at the moment it was somehow not happening.
Plenty of other troops all did as they were told, Compten was a strong man and high in intelligence strategies. However, he was too overwhelmed to even continue his duty, any longer and he would have been driven insane by his terrifying experiences.
But were we not all on the brink of insanity?
Friends and jobs were all that was keeping us sane, and to loose both would drive you off track and onto the dirt track of crazy…
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