The Death of a U.S. Marine  

Coercive9907 37M
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10/23/2005 5:08 am

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The Death of a U.S. Marine

This is a fictional account of a situation that I went through. A majority of the writing is based on my emotions at the time, though the outcome is obviously different. I wrote this for no other reasons than to get it out of me and to put in words what I felt when I thought my fate was the same as "Jack's". Hope it's not too morbid.

As the eerie tickle of the growing pool of blood crept up his back, Jack could only think of the people who cared for him and the pain they would soon be going through. He felt no fear, only sadness that his decision to contribute and take on the responsibility of saving lives had come to an end in a way that would befall his loved ones with pain. He pictured his daughter taking her first steps the last time he saw her. And he thought of his grandfather's tears that had made it so hard to come here again. His life was over and he had come to terms with that fact. But he had given his life for something he believed in and he knew the people who knew him would understand and honor that significant detail.
The crackle of small arms fire still filled his ears and he could hear the radios of his fellow Marines who, though they were close by, had not yet discovered his plight. Any minute now, they would come through the door and his brothers in arms would rise to his emergency. Every effort would be made to save him and others would risk their lives to try to get him to safety and medical attention. Jack knew, however, it would be to no avail. He could feel his mortality creeping further and further away. The blood continued to flow from his body only slightly slowed by the self-aid efforts he had made. He thought about the last time he saw his brother and the game of golf they had enjoyed together. He thought about his nephew who was not yet old enough to remember the time they had together. He closed his eyes and thanked God for the wonderful life He allowed him to lead.
The shuffling sound of Marines coming in the door offered no hope in Jack's situation, but he was happy that he would get to see them before he passed. The site of his fellow warriors would lift the spirits of his last moments. He said a prayer for them and hoped that his situation would not add any undue demoralization to their fight. He knew better, though. He knew the sight of a fallen Marines would only fuel the Devildogs' inferno of aggression and superior abilities. He smiled at the thought of being a part of such a force. Then, his smile faded as the thought of one of his fellow Marines in dress blue alphas presenting the United States Flag to his family at his funeral. The vision of his parents' tears made him shudder with overwhelming emotion. But he was conforted by his confidence in their pride and understanding of the choices he had made in his life. He knew he would not be disgraced in death by his parents parading his picture around and protesting the government's decision to get involved in the conflict that marked the end of his life. He was proud to be their son.
He heard the voices of the approaching Marines. Then, they saw him. "Oh, shit," came the initial response. "We've got a man down in here," followed. He turned his head ever so slightly and saw the Corporal rushing to his side. "It's going to be okay, Sergeant," the Corporal attempted. "We're going to get you out of here." Jack did not bother an argument and respected the squad leaders dedication. Anyone, upon seeing the scene at hand, would know without a doubt that not a word that had just been spoken was true. But it was the right thing to say and the Corporal's efforts would be the right thing to do. Jack reached over to the Corporal knealing beside him and, with as much motivation as he could muster, said, "If you gotta go, go honorably; proud in service, fierce in the fight, free in life, and fearless in death. You boys give'em hell." Those were the last words Jack spoke as he felt the chill of his fate taking over his body. He closed his eyes one last time and surrendered himself.

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
10/23/2005 8:14 am

Thank you for your service to our nation. This tale of a marines' "last full measure of devotion" has moved me in ways that I cannot express. Again, I thank you and your compatriots with deepest sincerity.

kyplowboy22 61M

10/23/2005 11:01 am

Well done.

warmandsexy52 64M
13164 posts
10/23/2005 11:13 am

Graet post. Moving and thoughtful. A fine piece of writing and a real empathy for a reality so many sadly experience.

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