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{Table Navy - Vietnam} Prompt # 11: Bombs



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Title: Cacophony
Claim:
Vietnam
Rating: T

Gender:

Angst Warnings: Erm ... explosions?

Thanks:

meztli_lu
by bete.
Notes: Set during the Vietnam War, the human name for North Vietnam's Trung Kim Hahn
1964 BOOM! BOOM! Booom! Trung Kim Hahn ran across the fields of crops while trying escape the bombing. Covering his left ear was bleeding, as half of your body, really.
For Buddha, the pumps. As bombs hated those fuckers. The high command warned enough about them, but Kim could not help the desire to go to the battlefield and help his family ... There were even different types. Not understand how some idiot wasted their time making these abominations. Much less do them in different classes.

had everything. As conventional bombs, monsters capable of destroying whatever.
As this area of 15 cm in diameter, had killed eleven people and the deaf left ear left shoulder burn well. Fled at the time, watching and jungle huts destroyed in its path, making the sound of their land crumble slowly, feeling a devastating pain in the ears. grenades. At least this was not so noisy. But they could cause such paranoia that soldiers sometimes fainted. They did not kill many people, but had to be alert at all times, listening to the sound of certain of them letting go, listening to a rant in English saying ''Watch Out!.'' Careful when crossing the air and then calculate where you fall, listening to the sound of deep breathing corazóny if the heartbeat it was strong enough to not come listen. And all this mental effort needed to be done in less than a second. Also endure the urge to vomit when I saw one of those rip off a soldier's leg. In this case, which left her deaf was not the sound of the explosion, but the cries for help of its people. And he hated most were the Napalm. Disgust and desire to mourn felt when I saw yellowish substance being sprayed on the plants, fields, houses, buildings, people, on itself, burning everything. It was indescribable. In these cases, which tore his eardrums was crying I felt inside, which was silent at all costs.
A soldier does not cry.


This was a war, and all I could do at that time Hahn was running and that might help, then take him to the infirmary, trying not to lose composure in the midst of this cacophony of pain.