My character is the naval officer who rescued the boys  at the end of lord of the flies let’s call him Jon

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1945 – okinawa

The landing boat was packed, at least 40 men and each one of them was terrified to his core. This was supposed to be the last time they were doing this, they were supposed to be home by now, they were supposed to be with their  families by now but they weren’t instead they were storming another island another Japanese stronghold. They had been winning ever since they had pushed the Japenasse back from Midway and it was all leading down to this, the first of the Japanese landings. Everyone on that boat knew it was going to be bloody they had seen how many people had died in the other beach landings and this was going to be even bloodier. 

Sarge was leading of course he was the bravest and smartest, he would make sure they would survive. 

“all right men, I know you’re shitting yourself but this should be easy.” Sarge ballowed

“How do you reckon that sir,” replied one of the soldiers, jon couldn’t make out who it was,  probably Bric.

“Cause we done this a hundred times!,” sarge shouted back “we  done this a hundred times and were not dead yet, are we.”

There was silence.

“ARE WE!”

 “No sarge, no were not.” Was the echo back, but they all knew that it wasn’t that simple.

The front of the boat dropped ready for the landing and it was the first time they could see  what they were facing. The beach was there plain and clear, but the jungle had been blown to hell, there wasn’t a tree for a mile back. The land was a potholed with hundred  of huge flaming creatures, each one representing a shell that had hit the shore. They were in the first wave of beach landings and yet the beach was still littered with corpses. If the adrenaline and  fear had worn off the Job could have smelled the rotting flesh from the boats but thankful gunpowder was all he could smell.

There was a loud scraping sound as the land  boat scrapped along the seafloor. It was time,  each soldier in front of jon started to unload, sarge was shouting but jon couldn’t hear, all he could hear was his own heartbeat. For   a second he closed his eyes and just breathed, but that second was short lived and spoon he felt the warm water ar9und hips knees, the water was too warm he looked down,  a fatal mistake. Soon he felt the water around him he had tripped and he could feel that it wasn’t just seawater but a horrible mix of seawater and blood. 

Soon he found himself on the beach, dry land under him. But the land was far  worse that the water. From the land he could see and hear the gunfire and the random  explosions that seemed to come from the sky. 

There were five of them on the beach, hundeled behind what was once a american tank. He  recognised two of the other soldiers and sarge but there was one man he didn’t recognize, a short, dark haired  man,but it wasn’t the man’s appearance that stuck out to Jon it was his fear. Plains and evenedent the man was terrified  to his heart, was that how he looked john thought to himself, did every onelook petrified, that want what they had even taught, weren’t they  supposed to be the t]super soldiers that were undefeatable, weret they supposed to be the winners. This certainly didn’t look like winning. 

Sarge opened his mouth but Jon couldn’t hear what he was saying all  he heard was the pinging of bullets hitting metal and the deep bomb of artillery fire. Sarge must of sadi something important because suddenly the two soldiers got up and peaked their heads  out from cover. Jon looked down for a millisecond, and when he did look up there were two corpses not two soldiers, two morecorpses to join the thousands of others littering the beach. 

They were pinned of course stuck  with nowhere to go and no one to help them,the faceless enemy was  raining fire on them from somewhere that they couldn’t see. Sarge had to do something there was just three of them now sarge, the petrified man and him.  They could see another group behind a dune about thirty meters away, maybe if they got there they could survive maybe even fight back. But that thirty meter gap was mortifying an area where they had nothing no protection, nothing. Sarge produced a smoke grenade,  just what they needed, a perfect stroke of luck. 

With a single soundless  throw the grenade was off. The cloud of smoke  was in the gap perfectly and they all got up ready to sprint for their lives. A soon as  they entered the cloud Jon lost sight of both of his comrades. The smoke covered all maybe it could cover them from the enemy. there  was loud thunderous sound like the heavens had slip open above them, but it wasn’t the heavens it was hell, machine gun fire splitting through the cloud. Jon felt the sound flying under his feet, each second  seemed to stretch on forever. It was the longest few moments of his life, But it was over he had made it to the other group at least twenty soldiers, none of them seemed to realise his triangle of his arrival. He couldn’t see Sarge or the other soldier, he looked back to see the  smoke cloud clearing and lying on the beach was two new corpses, taken by a faceless enemy. All Jon could do was salute, a final salute to his sargent and fellow man.