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Freedom's Price

January 5, 2009
By TheMadAuthor BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
TheMadAuthor BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
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He awoke out of deep slumber only to feel shafts of pain searing his nerves.
Laying on a canvas stretcher, the sullen crash of artillery beat a cadence in the back of his mind. Towering above him, the grim, frowning crags of Mount Suribachi stared down across the beach. Iwo Jima. A dead volcanic rock where thousands were receiving their fiery baptism into the deathly rites of combat.
His tortured breath rasped spasmodically. Agony radiated from each wound, but that was nothing compared to the torture his mind was putting him through. Like a hellish movie, scenes replayed themselves. He saw himself struggling to reach the crest of the beach and belly-crawling through a forest of charred sticks towards a pillbox. Next to him, dragging the 30-caliber machine gun along, was his best friend Alan. Then the world erupted in roaring fury as the Japanese inside the pillbox rained down fire on the exposed Marines. He was screaming into Alan’s ear, trying to direct his fire. Then he looked over and saw his friend’s face, so peaceful, so serene.
So bloody.
Now he was running, red fury surging to his eyeballs and pounding in his ears. He was charging the pillbox, yelling like a fiend, lugging Alan’s machine gun awkwardly, perching it on his hip. He felt the first bullet punch into his shoulder, lurched, almost fell. But he kept running. The second caught his opposite arm and he spun drunkenly, staggering forward to the viewport of the pillbox--shoved the barrel in, and held down the trigger.
Dear God, the screaming. Would he ever forget?
The grenade came from farther up the hill, landing at his feet. He stared at it vacantly for a moment. Then came an interminable instant of panic.
Then it exploded.
The shrapnel tore through him and pitched him backwards down the slope. He remembered the strange feeling; knowing there were holes in his body, but no pain. Spreading stains leaked from the holes and dyed his fatigues a dull crimson. Still no pain.
Then the pain shot through every nerve and he slipped mercifully into unconsciousness.
Now he stared up into the unshaven face of a Navy corpsman-a medic. “Hiya, kid. Just lay back, we’ll have you patched up here soon enough.”
The young Marine gasped raggedly, fighting for air. Glazed eyes gazed past the medic’s face vacantly. The boy’s countenance was stamped with sorrow, the despair of an old, broken man. Tears traced white paths through the grime on his face. His torn hand sought and found a small silver cross, crusted now with dried blood.
One word, despairing and harsh, knifed into the silence.
“Why?”
The corpsman shook his head. “I don’t know.”
He would have spoken again, but he saw the young man slipping further into shock with each passing second. Quickly, the corpsman inserted an IV into the boy’s arm, life-giving plasma dripping slowly into emptied veins.
“Hang on, kid, you’re gonna make it.”
All around them, medics labored feverishly, trying to save the broken and torn as young lives drained into the black sands of Iwo Jima. The wounded Marine saw all this but took no notice. Over and over again, he charged up the hill, heard the dying screams of the Japanese soldiers. And he saw Alan lying there in the powdery ash, his body twisted and broken. A dry, barking sob escaped the boy’s cracked lips.
“Alan! God, why?”
He looked up at Suribachi’s frowning crags, the brooding stare of the mountain pressing down into his soul. Suddenly, his dim eyes caught a flash of bright color. At the summit, six Marines strained to lift a twisted scrap of pipe into place, hoisting a defiant banner above the blood-soaked wasteland below. Crimson, white, and navy blue, a small flag flapped out strongly, shining like a beacon to all the tired, hungry, hurting Marines below. A roar like the ocean’s swell ripped from men’s throats as they cheered the Stars and Stripes till they couldn't rasp another joyous sound. The battle for Iwo Jima would rage on for another bloody month, the war for months beyond that. But the victory was already theirs.
The young Marine’s head dropped back to the canvas, tears running freely again. He remembered the flag he knew best, the flag that used to fly in front of the old church in town. He remembered the day he and Alan had signed their papers, then burst out of the recruiter’s office, shouting at the top of their lungs, pounding each other on the back.
And he remembered Alan’s face, finally at rest, slumbering in death.
Turning to the corpsman, the young Marine forced his dim eyes to focus on the grizzled face before him.
“Sir, I think I understand. But I wish--I wish…”
“I wish too, son. But there’s just not another way.” The navy corpsman swiped a grimy sleeve across his face and returned to his task. He jabbed the needle of a morphine styrette into the boy’s arm. “Gotta get you back in working order, kid. You’re going home.”
The Marine gripped his cross as he sank back onto the rough canvas. His eyes closed as pain’s grip finally relaxed, and a faint smile played across his lips.
He was going home.



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Lizette SILVER said...
on Nov. 23 2010 at 8:12 am
Lizette SILVER, Delphos, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Everyone is entitled to be stupid. But some people abuse the privlidge!

I swear i almost cried...i loved how discriptive it was, and how it all just sort of flowed.  Keep it up!

 


on Nov. 21 2010 at 6:18 pm
Jakethesnake BRONZE, Hernando, Mississippi
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Favorite Quote:
"Read, Read... Read everything, then write."-William Faulkner

dang dude. You have no idea how much I love WW2. Dude, you need to keep writing!

on Oct. 1 2010 at 3:53 pm
DisneysChild BRONZE, Jackson, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
(counting kills at battle for Helmsdeep)<br /> Gimli: Legolas, Two already!<br /> Legolas: I am on 17.<br /> Gimli: I will not be outdone by a pointy-ear outscoring me. *kills another*<br /> Legolas: *shoots two more arrows* 19!

/comments OMG! I luv it! that was awesome! keep writing, i am serious.

AsIAm PLATINUM said...
on Sep. 18 2010 at 8:15 am
AsIAm PLATINUM, Somewhere, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;According to some, heroic deaths are admirable things. (Generally those who don&#039;t have to do it. Politicians and writers spring to mind.) I&#039;ve never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you&#039;re also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking.&quot; &mdash; Jonathan Stroud (Ptolemy&#039;s Gate)

The Good:  Wow.  This is war how it should be written.  Not glorified, not happy, but not scorned either.  This was really amazing.  I loved the raw emotion and  just - everything about this.  One of my favorites by far.

The Bad:  There really isn't anything you can improve - it is really amazing.  I hope it gets published!

The Random: Can you check out some of my stuff? Thanks!

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on Jul. 18 2010 at 12:55 am
WordSmith BRONZE, Sydney, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;The price of freedom is eternall vigilance.&quot;

Filled with action, suspense and drama. This is how a war story should be written and this is how you have done so. As a History and writing fan I love this, nice job.

on May. 14 2010 at 9:06 am
Th3Blak3Austin BRONZE, Smyrna, Tennessee
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jood job

on May. 9 2010 at 3:45 pm
gollyitshannah PLATINUM, Woodbridge, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;So you want a heart? You don&#039;t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable&quot;

that was really great!! I think you captured the moment beautifully. It was absolutely touching.. I love history too.

on May. 5 2010 at 11:01 pm
TheMadAuthor BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
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Harlon Block, one of the flag raisers at Iwo Jima?  Wow.  That's really cool.  Have you read Flags of Our Fathers?  I would reccomend it highly!

on May. 5 2010 at 6:49 pm
herdiary SILVER, Chandler, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I just want to be wonderful.&quot; --Marilyn Monroe

You're amazing. I would love for this to go into one of the issues. :) If it does let me know. And my family has always told me I am related to Harlon Block. :) 

I love love this piece. I love writing just as much as I love history.


on Apr. 17 2010 at 4:18 am
tomtamtimmy GOLD, Sydney, Other
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Favorite Quote:
you don&#039;t know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have

koolz!!! really good. 5/5

S.Kriva SILVER said...
on Apr. 5 2010 at 5:23 pm
S.Kriva SILVER, Richmond, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Live laugh love

wow that was incredible

on Apr. 2 2010 at 7:09 pm
dancer4jesus BRONZE, San Marcos, California
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Favorite Quote:
The heart writes the words of the music that the soul dances to.

Wow! That was great! The vocabulary you used was exceptional!!! The story was quite vivid and I could grasp what it was that was going on, (I am not quite familiar with war terms) but it was great! Keep writing!

on Mar. 23 2010 at 7:15 pm
Cheunginator BRONZE, Ashburn, Virginia
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It was good!! but I kind of lost what was happening in the middle

on Mar. 7 2010 at 8:21 pm
TheMadAuthor BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
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I appreciate compliments, but I appreciate constructive criticism even more! Thanks for the thoughts and analysis, they really gave me a new perspective on the piece and how I can improve it.

on Mar. 7 2010 at 7:59 pm
Valtarov SILVER, Colorado Springs, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
I said to the man at the gate, &quot;Give me a light, that I may tread safely into the unknown.&quot; and he replied, &quot;Go out into the darkness, and put your hand into the hand of God. That will to you be better than the light and safer than the Known.&quot;

It has the ability to be a great piece, but it's not there yet. You get 4-stars anyway, because it's a darn awesome story.

You really, really need to show instead of telling. Especially in WWII stories, where the subject isn't particularly familiar to most readers, it is absolutely imperative to show the story as it is happens. Don't have him remember back en passant, have him remember back in a flashback. That's how it is for the real veterans I've talked to. They don't remember, they're temporarily there again. This also give you a much better flow of story and really lets you use your descriptive gift, which is fantastic. What you have now is a series of illustrative thoughts, which just don't happen in combat and here feel like author intrusion.

If you want have him remember the beach coming in, have him see something that reminds him and makes him have a flashback. Keep doing it until you've told his whole story, and at the end he knows he's going home.

ellie315 GOLD said...
on Mar. 4 2010 at 12:09 pm
ellie315 GOLD, South Pasadena, California
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.&quot; -- William Shakespeare

this is really good! ur descriptions r good and i think you conveyed everything really well. i enjoyed reading it and found the characters to be deep, real people not just words on a page. :) good job!

on Feb. 10 2010 at 12:57 pm
I LOVED this story. I actually did want to cry as I read it. WRITE MORE.

on Feb. 1 2010 at 1:18 pm
This stor ywas Good!! i would give it three stars. :) I loved how the boy was telling the story. Keep it up!!!! :3

theMerc said...
on Feb. 1 2010 at 1:16 pm
This was a very informative piece of writing!! Good Job.

on Jan. 25 2010 at 1:03 am
rachelggggggg BRONZE, San Marino, CA, California
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.&quot; -Anthony J. D&#039;Angelo

vivid writing. loveeeeit