I couldnt believe it! Not only was this blighter in the open, he was kneeling by all the blokes thatd bit the bullwhip, or were nearly there anyways I havent the foggiest as to what the hell hes doing. Figured Id take a few shots at him, see if itd tip is knickers into running off somewhere; but he dont even act to bother about it all! What the hell is he doing? Is he holding a book?
Now dont that beat all; not only is this bloke out in the middle of a bloody capping field, but hes going about it with not but a bleeding book! He aint even totin that syringe shooter of his! I cant think to understand what on earth hes trying to get at, hes just walking about the field, checking peoples to see if theyre dead or not, closing all the blokes that didnt make its eyes, and squatting by the others reading a book at them as they lay there wasting away. Grant it, he aint letting all of them die; I suppose hes just trying to unfurl the nerves of the poor bastards that aint gonna pull out of it
I can see the sighting-spot of an enemy sniper sweeping around the bush. From time to time, it slinks over to that Medic; I fancy hes just as frizzed about it as I am. I reckon Ill take another shot at him, see if hell bugger off or not
and squeeze. That shot was so close it ruffled his hair; if this dont get his knickers in a bunch, then hes completely bonkers! Wait, hes standing up and turning at me
Is he angry? Is he scared? Is he mental? I can see his face; hes
absolute nothing; the bloke's staring directly at me with nothing on his clock but a bloody poker face. No
no, that aint no poker show hes putting on hes
hes got an air of peace about him, that one he does. I figure Ill take a good look at the blighter to see him for what he really is you can always tell a man for what hes got on his
I can see that book hes been packing around with him. The posting on the front of it brings me back to me boyhood back when me mum got me all spiffed up, me dad would crank up that old heap of rubbish we called a truck, and wed roll into town every Sunday to go to Church
Its a bible; hes got a bible
hes wearing a neck cross on him, too... hes probably a Man of the Clothe; a Preacher, drafted into this little war
All this time, hes just been looking me up square and level
hes got a look of understanding on his face
like he knows something that I dont
; he probably does, too. Well good on him
God, does he have to keep staring at me!? Its bad enough I feel shamed for something I cant for the life of me understand, but now I feel like a little bugger being castigated for lighting a firecracker off a cats tail in front of a fogy house
In the back of it all, I can hear someone crying bloody murder; some poor git just got buggered off by that other sniper. I can hear him bawling for his mum
poor bastard. Right on cue, the bloke just turn and ran towards the ruckus. I nearly missed it when he looked back at me, and gave a nod of thanks
With that nod, all the years of fighting just hit me
I feel like an old man; Im sick and Im tired
Im tired of fighting
This is the first part of a Team Fortress 2 story I am currently making. It will cover the view points of several individuals over a single event in time; namely, the unusual actions of a medic on the battlefield. I have always been a TF2 Fan; you can often find me being my favourite class, the Medic, in one of the many servers. I hope that you find this story interesting, as I drew it upon my own personal experiences about war. Also, it took me a tremendous amout of study and research in trying to authenticate the Sniper's Austrailian mannerisms, but it is far from perfect, so if you see anything wrong with his way of talking, please tell me. Once again, I thank all of you.
Wow... just... wow...
... Gottimhimmel! PieSpie, is das du?! Why didn't you tell me that you had a dA account? Ach, now I'm going to have to chew you out on the Pootis Server for not saying anything! It's good to see you!
I tried telling you over chat, but apparently, you didn't get the message. Anyways.... Ja, Ich bin PieSpie aus dem Pootis Server. When you get this, I need to chat with you through Steam, I'm having trouble trying to figure out how to post a poem that I wrote because it has 'blocked content.' If you could help me figure this out, that would great! Thanks! -PieSpie
<3 this is amazing and so very touching :]
awwwww this is really good
Over 1000 views! God bless you all!
Great story, but there's one thing don't get, was the medic on a neutral team or something?
Nein, the Medic was not neutral - he was on the opposing side of the primary protagonist (ie the Sniper). I wanted to present a scenario that, at one point in time, was a common occurrence; men of the clothe walking across the battlefields of Europe, giving last rights to all those who would wish to partake in them. My Grandfather, and his father before him were soldiers in the German army (Hitler's War and the Great War, respectively), and when I was young, and my Great-Grandfather was still alive, he used to tell us stories about the Great War, and what he saw and did in them. The story that always fascinated me the most was the story of the Irish-Catholic Priest that walked across No-Man's Land every day, bestowing last rights to those who were dying, giving prayers of condolence over those that had died, providing spiritual strength and comfort through compassion and love to all men, whether they were of the Allied Nations or of the Central Powers. Every day, that man would come over the walls of the opposite trench at 0600 and begin searching for the wounded, dying and deceased - blessing all of them and reading a passage out of his bible to them. And the most amazing part was that neither side ever attempted to stop him; no shooting or yelling - nothing... they simply watched on in awe of this one man who did the work of a higher power, in the midst of the bloodiest part of the bloodiest war the world had ever seen. But perhaps the greatest part of the entire story was when, upon hearing the pathetic weeping of a German soldier who had be hit by an artillery fragment and was slowly bleeding out, he literally hopped into the (German) trench, completely disregarding all of the incredulous soldiers in his midst, located the man, and began speaking to him in German... It's said that before that soldier died, he gave a bundle of letters to the priest with a request to deliver them to his mother... Six weeks after Armistice day, he approached a cottage in the town of Bern, and personally delivered those letters that he had promised he would nearly two years earlier. That is what this story is about - it's a message of hope to anyone willing to hear it; that although this world is inherently evil, and although things seem terrible, there is still hope - hope for all who are weary and tired, sick and dying. Man may be inherently evil, but Man is also created in the image of God, and therefore Man is capable of being good and righteous. And if human beings are able to fight against their own inherent sin, then Mankind will survive. Wow, that was a lot for what should have been a simple response! Sorry about that! I hope I haven't bored you to death with that little dissertation... Anyway, thank you for commenting.
My Sweet Savior Jesus in Heaven; over 800 Views!!! God bless you all! I had no idea that this would become so popular!
Wow... das ist echt super geschrieben. Hab am Ende eine Gänsehaut gehabt. Gute Arbeit!
Wow... over 600 views. Danke.
I like this very muchly ^ ^
Ja, I liebe it too. Danke Sehr mutt, Freun! I hope to have the next part up fairly soon.
This is awesome. Wunderbar, or however you say it.
I really like the way you build up his accent. The story is sad though.
Danke sier mutt, freund. Ich did some study on der Austrailian accent. Also, dis story is supposed to be sad. A war without purpose, such as der one that Teams Red and Blu fight, a some of der most tragic scenes in der world. I am glad that this story can evoke sadness, as it's meant to get a point across.
wow great story glad to hear the sniper gave the man mercy