A Break from the Story and a ? to ask

 

 

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HELP

So I’ve been contemplating writing for a living, how it’s done, how to get into it painlessly and how to avoid the inevitable feelings you get when your work is dismissed as “not worthy of publication”, whatever that means.. I mean I write for fun, and now I want to do it for profit, I am a great audio story teller, I love audiobook narration and telling the story and bringing it to life through characters, inflection, emotion and the like.

Now, I’ve gotten a “bump” so to speak from my higher power, I call him GOD and he pushed me to this group of people known as the “The Barefoot Writers Club” #barefootwritersclub and I am seriously thinking of joining the group, (for a small fee of course) and don’t get me wrong, I’m the first to recognize the “too good to be true” phenomenon and just blow past it and perhaps try and do this on my own without the support of others who like to write and make major bucks doing it.  But I think that if I write (type) like I speak , it should make for good readership right?  C’mon I need some encouragement here, need a push from my contemporaries who do this all day, everyday and can help me make this decision.

So…. if you would please leave a comment, a suggestion, hey I’ll even take critiques (criticism) of my work. I just need to know that I have indeed some sort of journalistic talent and that I CAN make a difference in this world plunging myself and my mind into its literary dungeon of wordsmithing.

Now.. back to the story.. where was I, oh yeah the year 2022 and the Jihadists have taken areas of our country and I and the other survivors of a dirty bomb have been captured after we, as guerrilla snipers picked off a bunch of them just south of Kilo Charlie….

Scott

3.24.22

10:26 Sierra

I don’t have much time here, we were captured just after taking out the Had’s one by one, we were not paying attention, and they found us, why we haven’t been put in cages and burned alive is beyond me, perhaps they want to use us as bait, or barter for something,, I don’t know, we’ve been put in an old bus, with bars welded on the windows, like something out of a movie, we get hard tack and water for meals twice a day, Bravo is close by, just out of sight across the street, someday’s, up on the roof on others, he barks to let me know he’s still alive, I can’t believe how stupid we were to not watch our backs.. drones have been hovering all day and night, they’re ours, Had’s aren’t savvy enough to have them.. someone is coming to help, they get closer everyday.. I feel it.. one of the few of these savages is a little friendly, he doesn’t speak English, but his body language is easy to understand, I think he feels like he is doing the wrong thing for the wrong reasons.. the leader of this band is yapping angrily at him from just outside the bus, he is waving his machete around wildly and gesturing towards us.. this can’t be good..

3.3.22

15:47 Sierra

they never knew what hit them, we began right at sundown, the most vulneralble time in their lives, when they let their guard down and we killed them all, one by one, their screams filled the night as we took the tiny little town back. i puked for about an hour as I thought to myself, this is the first time I’ve ever really  seen what I had done,, before it was always from a distance where I just sprayed metal all over the area and hoped to Christ I hit them.. this was the most brutal thing i’ve ever done to anyone, to watch them instantly die and thinking that I had done what God had forbidden us to do and that was to kill another human being.. I can’t even imagine what it was like in all the other wars for those kids.. I’m an old fucking man now and I never thought I would see the day that I would have to resort to this type of violence to protect my freedom and the freedom so many before have fallen for.. as we made our way down the hillside from our positions, the people that had been hiding came out.. slowly at first then pouring out from all kinds of nooks an crannys in what is left of this little town. we found a flag in a burnt out hardware store and although it was slightly burnt we fashioned a pole with some twine and put the American Flag up on top of the highest building slid the pole between stacks of bricks to keep it straight up, if the Hads come again they’ll know we’re here and the people will stand their ground… I am still crying..

3.2.22

14:25 Sierra

its been almost a week and we’ve moved way past the city, took fuel from every empty and not burnt or blown up vehicle we could find, the boys are becoming better at sighting enemy and to follow their trail, we’ve been tracking the Hads for about 2 days, idiots leave a trail of candy wrappers, porn and smoldering fire pits that are easy to map.. katie is on point leading the way.. she’s an amazing kid, about 23 or so i’d guess.. curses like a sailor and takes no crap from her mates.. we are setting up a snare of sorts, will pick them off one by one, mully (it’s what I call him, have no clue what his real name is, its a nickname for mulligan , he’s always asking me to try again when trying to do something, mostly dangerous) has developed a sound suppressor for my hastily put together sniper rifle, this old 30-06 has been around for almost a 100 years but it shoots straight as hell and will blow the head off anyone.. he put this thing together with a piece of aluminum, some oil filters found in a blown apart gas station and some c-clamps.. works like a charm.. the sound at our end sounds like someone hitting you with a pillow.. they’ll never hear it coming.. they’ve set up a camp about a mile south of desoto, a ghost town now.. no Americans anywhere alive that we’ve found.. we start tonight, during their evening prayers. God forgive us, but this is OUR country not theirs and we’ll defend it….

2.23.22

14:55 Sierra

bullets whizzing past my chin, i’m hit in my knee bravo is hunkered down behind me and this trash barrel, we’ve been taking SAF for a while now, I haven’t seen anyone, but they can see us, and that pisses me right the fuck off.. every time i get set to move a stream of lead strafes the whole area.. there’s a sniper up there somewhere and he’s got all of us pinned.. i can’t even from what level, all the gunfire echos too much off the buildings for me to pinpoint it.. the kids are across the alley from me behind an old dumpster and look like they just shit their pants.. katie is the strong one, she’s looking back at me for guidance I just motion with my hands to stay low.. darkness is still 4 hours away and we’ve go to get better cover.. got a tourny around my leg that i ripped from my already bare thin pants, the pain is unbelievable.. it’s taken off part of my knee cap.. but by God I can crawl and if I’m breathing i’m goin to fight.. i have a plan,, but it’s gonna take all of us at once to do it.. shots have to be coming northwest, we’re all gonna give it a spray here in a sec in that general direction, need a decoy to draw their fire.. who’s in for risking it?.. not me… not katie.. damn sure not bravo.. one of these kids is gonna have to move fuckin fast or die… more fire.. there in upper right of bank building.. second window,, 50 yards max maybe..

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22:23 Sierra

Red took one for the team tonight, i will not forget his face as he stepped up and said he would draw their fire and not to worry, he played football when he was a kid and was faster than the rest of of us, his steely blue eyes cut straight to mine and he nodded to me as he shed his backpack, weapons and shoes,, said shoes slowed him down,, he looked at all of us, smiled a little and then took off at a dead sprint before any of us could speak,, the snipers lead him for a bit and then took him out, he never knew what hit him I’m sure of it, this gave away their position and with 2 RPG’s and a swarm of AK waved across them, the Hads were eliminated from this earth. Bravo took point into the building and confirmed all were dead as he trotted back wagging his tail, ears back.. just the same we all took our time climbing the stairwell and surveying it ourselves.. not much to look for, spattered across the floors and walls with barely recognizable parts scattered about was all we needed to confirm the kills.  we put red in the ground in someones back yard, next to an old swingset with its chains rattling in the wind, we found a shell hole to use as  his grave, marked it with a steel cross made from a couple pieces of fence, katie knelt down and said the words we couldn’t, sent him to God with our blessings and thanks.. I don’t know his age, only his first name and i guess that’s all the matters as I etched RED 2.22.22 DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY into the metal with my pocket knife.. we all stood for moment,, then moved into the shadows to find a place to rest and try to keep warm.. kelly, the kid with the eyes of a hawk and chip the punk with as many tats as I  stifled a whimpering sob as we slid into the night….

2.22.22

19:39 Sierra

We shared a piece of a twinkie and some rot gut merlot and celebrated a birthday today,, not just any birthday but, the birthday of the Father of Our Country… I often wonder what he would think of our world and our country if he could see it today.. it saddens me really, the idiots in the beltway knew they couldn’t coddle to them all.. bowing down before them is an insult to my heritage and I’m still pretty pissed off about it.. we’ve been taking heavy fire from across strawberry hill as we make our way west, the taurus has got about a 1/4 tank, no windows and smokes bad, rings are gone and i don’t know how far it can carry us.. it’s safe under some tarps near 7th,, doc is strongly urging me to move forward , keeps asking me if I got a light,, fucks sake man yes, I have flashlight, zippo with no fluid and a couple of bics,, found some cigars on dead jiha, nice ones, cubans,, i quit smoking way back in 02′ but hell it’s a cuban ,,when am i ever gonna have a chance to burn one of these bad boys again..

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its gotta be about 0 out, we have small fire back behind a blown out building, some patriots have found us, 4 of them, all millennial’s but smart, equipped and ready to fight.. they join us in our venture out of the city and into the weeds… we’ve set the perimeter at 50 meters, anything moves outside of that is outta luck it’s our deadline.. i have first watch, bravo and i have moved to the top of the old QT and set up watch post looking back east, most of the Hods (jihadists as the millennial’s call them ) are taking up positions that don’t make much sense, they’ve scattered themselves in several different parts of the city, prayers at dusk signal their positions, and we know they’re locations, these kids want to attack, but we’ve not the numbers to do that just yet, nor the ammo.. young jakes that they are,, well 3 of them anyway, katie is a fighter, a warrior for sure, doesn’t take shit from anyone at anytime,, reminds me of my sister.. i pray they are still alive…bravo asleep, strange for him as it’s always me that nods off first… can’t sleep, must keep alert, an eye on the details, alert…rpg’s christ, must be 20 at once… bits of orange flash all over the east side.. too many, they’re coming and coming now….

2.20.22

12:35 Sierra

moving slowly across the city, cautiously looking around every corner getting really old.. need to find these dirt bags, bravo constantly growls, i can’t see them, i can hear them, feel them breathe almost.. but can’t locate them.. it’s them or me and i’ll be damned if they take me alive, i’ll go out shooting.. it’s like the fucking wild west out here..i’ve found 4 americans guns in hand dead behind walls, like our enemy has snuck up on them somehow.. it’s scarey.. doc is really getting on my nerves, mumbles on and on about shit that doesn’t matter.. gotta stop,, i see shadows now,, must identify friendly first .. don’t want to take out one of my own… the cold just shatters my thinking, i shake a little ever little now and again,, fear.. maybe…

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