Posts Tagged ‘Tanks’
Mar
War
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There’s not an easy way to explain war on the battlefield. Only the soldiers who lived it can do so. It’s been years and I remember it as yesterday. The horrifying sound of gun fire and large tanks coming straight for us still terrify me, and I relive it each night in my sleep.
The therapist says it’s natural when experiencing traumatic events. However, he didn’t live through it and hear the screams of the dying men.
Sacrificing my life to save a fellow soldier is the best thing I ever did.
Even at the cost of my left leg.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Voices Of A New Generation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dealing with young people at work, Carson experienced flashbacks to his own sometimes turbulent adolescence. He recalled vividly his occasional intense suffering, not from outside influences, but from his own changing body. In particular, an unanticipated growth spurt when he shot up several inches in height in a short period of time. He even got stretch marks around his knees. Growing pains are real.
As he monitored hundreds of gestation tanks occupied by genetically-modified beings constantly infused with growth hormones, Carson was assailed by endless waves of primal screams.
Who’d have thought growing a clone army would be so noisy?
From Guest Contributor John H. Dromey
John’s short fiction has appeared in Mystery Weekly Magazine, Stupefying Stories Showcase, Thriller Magazine, Unfit Magazine, and elsewhere.
Aug
Death’s Head
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Retreating from Leningrad respect for the Soviets had grown amongst SS Totenkopf, elevated from Untermensch – ‘suhumans’ – to Bolsheviks.
After the bombardment from the eerily howling Katyushas – ‘Stalin’s organs’ – half of Franz’s platoon had been blown to bits, their blood staining the snow.
Silence.
Then line after line of T-34 tanks covered in infantrymen appeared over the frozen steppe.
The odds were impossible, yet none would surrender, warriors moulded by the code of blood, iron and unconquerable will.
Franz, 19, watching the approaching hordes, glanced at the Totenkopf – ‘Death’s Head’ – insignia on his lapel.
Yes, this was what he existed for.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Nov
The War Of Walls
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One hundred years in the future a time machine is built. Scientists send the machine back to get Native Americans, cowboys and dragons.
The English side with the Native Americans and the Americans with the cowboys. The English build a wall. Using jeeps, tanks, and planes they fight for six years. The cowboys break the wall, but lose the war.
After the war a resistance forms and is sent to New York to disable the tanks controlling the security building which houses the president. Some get away, some are killed.
The President’s last personal, best fighter is promoted to General.
From Guest Contributor Bayley Kelly
Dec
Christmas Eve On The Eastern Front
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Schmidt and I carry Braun into the church. Outside we’d freeze to death this Christmas Eve.
Icy wind blows through the shell hole in the cupola. We break up a pew for a fire.
It illuminates a statue of St. Michael.
We share a cup of schnapps.
Braun cannot partake. His stomach wound means he will die during the night.
We hear the squeaking of metal tracks.
“Tanks!”
Schmidt extinguishes the fire. If they’re T-34s we’re doomed. The Russians take no prisoners for what we’ve done to their land.
In the darkness I sense St. Michael’s eyes staring down unforgivingly.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher