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雷佬 | 07-Mar-11, 11:29 PM | 散文創作 | (162 Reads)

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Leader

 I hate being a leader. A ‘leader’ is just a name people give you and want you to take all the job responsibility and do the chores which are boring, difficult, annoying and meaningless. Every time when I want to shy away from responsibility job, they just say “Hey, you are the captain, you should bear the job!” after that I will move back to my position and start the bloody job. In my memory I have been chosen to be a leader more time than I can count, I am dependable and I finished my job in June. That’s all. Everything is accident. However although I hate being leader, I still did my best.

 June 3, 1944, I have received a letter from the Headquarters. “You have been promoted to be Sergeant. You are in charge of the 52nd marine squad. Congratulation Sergeant Matthew!” that’s what is the letter had written. Is it good news for me? I should say no, it was the worst news I have ever heard. Become a squad leader is an honor for a soldier, but for me? It is a nightmare. Being promoted always good news from your commander’s mouth, but this time it’s written. That means the commander did not have time to see me. I learnt that he was busy preparing our side for what will happen on June 6, the Operation D-Day.

June 4, 1944. It was a sunny day. I was walking on the board of the warship. I was going to look for my new teammates. The view around the warship was beautiful, the sun rising on the left hand side of the warship and the sunlight was shining on the deck, and many marines standing near to the hand rail. They all got some paper or something to write; they were all writing a letters or post card or something else (suicide note). It was only 7 o’clock in the morning. Almost all the crews were around the head rail. And the sun was on their faces, and their sweat made glitters on their shining face (actually I know the sweat was tear, I know that afterward). I continued to walk to 52nd Marine squad room. It was smaller than I expected. There were six people inside; they were all my new teammates. There were no familiar faces, I didn’t know them. So I decided to introduce myself first.
“I am Sergeant Matthew, new squad leader of 52nd Marine. Just call me Matt.”
“I am Corporal Jack, the assault team leader. And he is Private Gary, and Private Martin, both of them are in the assault team.”
“And I am Private Tom, the MG team.”

“Private Sam, MG team leader.”

“And I am Nick, Signal Corps of 52nd Marine Squad.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sam said and be offered his hand in front of me. It seemed that he wanted to shake hands with me. Of course, I respond. His hand was big, bigger than mine. While shaking hands, I saw my teammate’s faces and I asked each the most stupid question in my life.
“How old are you??”
“18”
“19”
“18”
“20”
“21”
“19”

I was shocked. The eldest was only 21 years old. Most of them still live with their parents, not like me, an orphan.

“Excuse me” then I went out of the room and rushed to the commander room to find General Peter. I wanted to a punch him on his face, how could he send those kids to the most dangerous place? They will all die in Normandy. I know we’ll have to walk into the breach without any cover and facing the gun fire foe at least 15 minutes.

I opened his room door impolitely. And I step in front of him.
“Sergeant Matthew, what’s going on?”
“How can you put those kids in war, they are just only old enough to have drinks?”I raised my voices to General Peter.
“Stay calm, son.”
“How can I stay……?”
“I know how you feel, but we don’t have an alternant.”
“So you job is to keep them alive.”
“That’s collective suicide!”
After that I went back to my room, I was punching the wall continuously. The spot I punched in became a concave shape. And blood came out from my hand. I hate and that feeling. It was Just like someone had taken my entire life away. I didn’t know how to face the team. I didn’t know how to talk to them. When I saw them, I kept imagining that they would die on the battlefield. I didn’t want this happen to onto them. They still had a good family waiting for them. Their family might be waiting for their hugs or a kisses, not a nasty piece of paper that said their son was dead. I lay on my bed thinking and thinking, and I fell asleep.

  June 5, 1944. The day before the Operation D-Day. I went out of my room and saw people running around and picking up the weapons. And I heard someone calling me.
“Hey, Matt!”
“Would you like to have a lunch with us?”

Us, meaning all of the 52nd Marine Squad.
“Great” I shouted back.

We went into the canteen; there was nobody inside, except the cook. All people were preparing for the assault. I didn’t know why we were so relaxed on eating a lunch. Maybe we only wanted to relax before D-Day.

“Hey, Matt, we didn’t know you well, what is your story?” Sam asked this genteelly.

“It’s just a lonely boy brought up in a small church with dozens old sisters, nothing special.”

“Oh sorry, I am not meaning that…..”

I think he realized that I didn’t have any parents.

“That’s fine, then what’s yours story?”

And they started to tell their story. Sam and Jack were classmates before secondary school. Gary had a huge family; he had six sisters and three brothers. Martin had a brother who served in navy. Tom had a sexy girl friend now and Nick liked watching hero Cartoon and he wanted to be spider man. We talked anything even the deepen secret. We were just like old rends, talking about their childhood, family, even the dating partner. For a moment, they were no longer teammates of mine, they were my family. We just talked and talked and talked. I thought after we had shared of our story for about four hours, I stood up and said “Hey boys, lets gets back to the room, check your weapons and take some rest, tomorrow, we have a war to fight.”

Their smile started to disappear on their face.

“Yes, sir “that’s what they answered me and they went back to their room without a word. I walked through the board, stood next to the hand rail, looking to the sun side. And I started to understand What General Peter had said? “Your job is to keep them alive” I know that I am just like an arrow pointing them to the right direction and not make them get hurt. Two days, only two days, from a stranger to a brother, the change was so fast. But that was feeling good, just like having a family. And my job was simple, to protect this wonderful family, because I am their leader.


[2] Re: 雷佬
雷佬 :


yes,不過這篇文是經過老師一次的修改,修改內容為語法,這方面我太廢....



Same as I, although I've studied in England for almost two years my English is still crap.


[引用] | 作者 Keris | 13-Mar-11 6:14 AM | [舉報垃圾留言]


身同感受,我的英文都是很蟹....

[引用版主回覆] | 作者 雷佬 | 17-Mar-11 11:00 PM

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Was the whole story written by you?


[引用] | 作者 Keris | 11-Mar-11 3:21 AM | [舉報垃圾留言]


yes,不過這篇文是經過老師一次的修改,修改內容為語法,這方面我太廢....

[引用版主回覆] | 作者 雷佬 | 11-Mar-11 11:32 PM