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Killed in Action
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It was the hottest day on record the day we leapt down onto the brown sand. The smell was so overpowering, it was spicy. I could feel the heat radiating off the sand. I was exhilarated to be here at last, as were many of my mates; yet we all knew it would be hard slog. Many men were pissing themselves in fright, but the person who I was more concerned about was Tom. Tom was a dark haired lad who was up for anything. He was a real go-getter and everyone wanted to be his friend, but only a select few were really good friends. I am proud to say I was one of those few. Tom was my bunkie for the whole sea trip and we got to be the best of mates. As soon as I met Tom, he immediately fascinated me. He was the kind of guy who you knew would be a true mate. There isn’t a real way to describe him, I mean he was just Tom, I guess you could say he was generous, faithful, loyal and a lousy card player. The look on his face the moment he stepped off the boat was excitement, but there was also a kind of homesickness. I could tell he was missing home, his farm, his family, and his sweetheart. The brown country reaffirmed that for him and most of the other blokes. It was like a re-occurring ache in the gut. The heat was unbearable compared to what we had at home. I mean in Dwellingup we are lucky if it reaches 30 degrees Celsius. It was a hot furnace.
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Title: Killed in Action
Words: 1374
Rating: None
Pages: 5.5
submitted by: beerbear85
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