Just My Luck
Daniel S. Irwin
Plunge the bayonet through the rib cage a couple times. Do it right and
your enemy just slumps down to your feet. Messy though. In the movies,
it's just jab, jab and pull out a clean blade. For real, blood spurts all
over. The handle feels like you've got a handful of ketchup or jelly in
your hand along with the knife.
Damn, you come back from emergency leave and find the bastards gave your
M-16 away. All you end up with is a malfunctioning single-shot .45. Shoot
it once and you have to practically dismantle the thing to get another round
loaded. Still, like a fool, you roll into a trench in the middle of the
night and run down the line fighting...hence the bayonet strikes. It wasn't
a matter of planned stealthful killing. The hand to hand fighting was a
necessity for lack of a 'shootin' iron'.
I was happy as a kid with a new bicycle, or a punk gettin' his first
piece of ass, when I got my hands on an enemy AK...at last, I can put more
than one chunk of lead downrange. The AK-47 and AK-74 are known for their
unique sound when fired. So, just my luck, tonight, in the darkness,
everybody wants to shoot at me.
