Who Says We're Right by Rebekah Brewer (namjoon book recommendations .TXT) 📕

Who Says We're Right?

A Vietnam Story
My Lai Massacre


Bodies littered the village. As I passed huts, tears filling my eyes, I beheld the horror of American soldiers. I heard them, the damn Company still ripping open children and mothers, even some of the elders who taught the children. I couldn't fight the tears nor the sob that forced its way through my throat. I wondered when my own little brother stood in the center of the village for his ungodly execution. At the sound of the guns going off once more with screams and cries, I hid behind the closest hut, feeling insecure and as if those bullets were at me. I slid to my knees with silent sobs, the faces of each child that I knew was still alive raised in my head. With each pain filled cry, I prayed for the passing souls.
The gunshots ceased. I forced myself to my feet and went around the hut, trying my best to avoid detection. I doubted I needed to since those men were entertained by murder. I wiped my tears, listening carefully to the Americans' gibberish.
"Bring over more!"
I cringed at the hateful voice. Edging along the hut I had now pressed myself against, I peeked around, seeing the newest batch of elderly and children. Distantly, I heard a helicopter but was soon distracted by a cough near my ear. Hands grabbed me before I could react, dragging me kicking to the group of Americans.
"Sir, I found another," my captor called. I struggled as the pack of wild dogs split and I was thrown into the latest group. I threw dirt at these monsters called men and stood to glare at them while standing with the children to my back.
"A fighter. Shoot," the leader said. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as the fact that I will die now settled. At least I stood in defiance to them. One soldier hesitated and started shaking his head.
"No sir. I can't..."
The leader tore the gun from his hands and took aim at me.
"Then I will."
The helicopter noise had returned and now bullets rained from the sky, hitting the soldiers more than anything else. I looked up as soldiers slid down ropes and hit the ground, pointing their guns at the others. My eyes widened as I realized that they were also American soldiers.
"Drop your guns!" one of them called, pointing his own at the leader. Three more joined him in taking aim. The leader looked at them and looked contemplative as his eyes met mine. Fear filled me as I recognized the eyes of a total madman, similar to an animal with rabies. The gun was knocked out of his grip and barrels of guns closer to him. Someone's fist hit his stomach hard enough to make him double over as someone tied his hands.
"Are you okay, Miss?"
My gaze met with the speaker, tears torrenting down my cheeks as my body shook.
"Thank you. Oh God, thank you," was all I could say as my legs refused to hold me up any longer. I slid to the ground sobbing, a couple children hugging me for comfort as well. "Thank you, thank you."

Text: All originally written and the picture I drew myself :p
Publication Date: 07-05-2011

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Dedication:
To those who suffered in the occurance of the My Lai massacre and for the men who ended it. Thank you Ms. Bodnar for inspiring a story to write about :3