Sequence of Terror by Omen555

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It came like a "wall" of terror. I was only a kid from the American mid-west. I could only liken it to that of an Indiana tornado as it seemed to move so slowly but surely toward you. Once in it's presence, the maelstrom was overwhelming and time seemed to stand still. This is a sequence of an enemy mortar attack that began near the P.O.W. camp my unit was operating. The ensuing firefight I can liken to that of the scene in the first Predator movie where all the commandos are standing side by side spraying the Jungle with everything they had. That's exactly what we did. We hit nothing...perhaps other Americans. The one thing I cannot convey to you is the subtle popping noises and the dust rising from the ground from the concussions of the mortar rounds as it grows louder and more frequent. This was one of the most terrifying moments in all my life.

Comments (3)

JVogel

1:50PM | Mon, 12 March 2001

sounds very scary but I still do not understand what exactly happened...

Omen555

6:05PM | Mon, 12 March 2001

...and to this day JVogel, neither does anyone in my unit who was actually there. I shit you not.

Antoonio

3:20AM | Wed, 16 May 2001

All I can think, is citation from New Model Armys song..

All this information swims round and round
like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere
Up and down between the glass walls
You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable
and you look out at the world and see nothing at all
so go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes
and you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from
because you weren't in Bradford, no you weren't there
and you weren't on the hill, no you weren't there
and you weren't with us so you never saw
just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door
how the people told them all to go to Hell,
smashed the cameras and sent them away
There were sirens going off and policemen coming in
and all that you love was being swept away
in the rush of a black tide all done in your name
and you'll never know just what happened there
or how it feels - just how it feels . . .