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|Another Private Ryan (standard:action, 361 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Jan 08 2006||Views/Reads: 2455/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Struggling GI in Iraq. Part 1 of 2.|
While running under a barrage of bullets looking for his men Private Ryan is hit. A young man brimming with life, he now faces what maybe his last moments in life. As the bullets whiz pass him hitting surrounding cars and striking the hot metal of his burning humvee, young Ryan reaches for his helmet nestling it hard against his head. Leaving the damaged radio, and subduing his fears young Ryan wonders off and just for a moment faintly remembers his high school days filled with drama and track. Yet upon hearing another blast from a mortar landing near him, Ryan quickly reaches for his M-16. Looking about and still seeing fire and bullets, Ryan kisses his cross bracelet and rubs the tears from his face, rising now and squatting he musters courage and goes about searching for his comrades. Finally, seeing the small antenna waving strong this windy day, and ecstatic to see those with whom he has shared bullet injuries and laughs a many, young Ryan runs hard towards them shrieking for help. Just then another mortar lands on his beloved friends. Some dive for cover while others now blood ridden with metal debris, and so far away from the women and children who cherish them deep within their loved fill hearts, breathe their last. Ryan too ducks for cover, but with an injured thigh bleeding profusely he is able to dive just a few feet. The ensuing dust from the mortar blast smelling of burnt car parts covers him, including his face and his bleeding thigh. As the screams of injured men wane, Iraqi resistance fighters open up with their AKs. Rolling over to avoid the bullets and still calling out for help, Ryan finds himself a part of the territory over which bullets fly both ways. While mustering enough strength to move away from the bullets Ryan is hit once more, this time on his left shoulder and then again on his left foot. It is here in Falluja on Sept 29, 2004 Ryan McCartney son of Patrick J. Macartney and Eva Patrick is breathing his last. (end of part one, this is not a real story.) Tweet
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