"Get down, now!" I shouted to Ritchie.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Gunfire everywhere. Everyman for himself. Few would make it out of this
gunfight alive on both sides. I grabbed the gun of my downed
compatriot, now gone for good and began shooting. There were only four
of us left now. Two of them and two of us. A quick shot and one was
dead. One left to kill and I have made it through another battle.
Ritchie lay there beside me, wounded but still breathing. Blood gushing
everywhere. Only one left to kill or capture and then I could get
Ritchie back to camp. I ducked in the hole and lay in wait. As the
Japanese soldier came towards me I shot him, in the leg. It was the best
shot I had so I took it. He was now downed. I would live through this
battle. I ran over and took his gun, then checked. He was still alive. I
could not bring both him and Ritchie back to the camp. Ritchie was now
sitting up, still bleeding but managing to survive. I reached over to
the Japanese soldier. He looked at me with the eyes that know when they
know. I had killed many in this war with a gun, but never seen one die
up close. I pushed him over on his stomach, then squeezed the life of
out him. My first kill with my bare hands. I had thought about it back
home but had never done it before. But this was war and I could get away
with being a ruthless killer here. Ritchie just looked with wonder at
what he saw. We both never mentioned it again.