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The Fault in Bravery and Heroism
Out of ammo, bloody and muddy, my troop marches lost through the enemy’s woods. As we trudge along, we hear leaves crunching louder and louder. We hear gunshots, and run about in utter chaos. Gunshots whiz by, and I watch my fellow soldiers fall to the ground, dead. My natural instinct is to fall with them and play dead like a possum. I lay still as the attacker searches and steals from my dead crew mates. My eyes water and burn from staying open so long. A fly lands on my face making it itch. Out of the corner of my eye I spot my bunkmate, Dean, near a large spruce tree about 60 feet away, and see him blink. Thank God he’s alive! I blink in morse code to ask him if he is okay.
Our squad spent weeks perfecting the language, a task that seemed ridiculous at the time, yet became extremely handy at this moment. He doesn’t answer my question, and instead blinks, “When I yell, run”. I understand his orders. If he yells, the aggressor will go after Dean, and I will have just enough time to run away to the temporary safety of deeper woods. I can’t let Dean do that for me. Dean’s life is so much more valuable than mine. He has a wife and kids to go home to along with a mother, father, and brother. I sneak a quick glance at the attacker who is still searching a further off soldier.
“No, I yell,” I blink back. If I yell, Dean will have enough time to go hide in the thicket to the left of him. I picture the praise and glory I will be given back in America for my bravery. Women will cry on my behalf, men will honor me, children will aspire to be just like me. I awaken from my daydream and look back at Dean.
“No,” he responds. I see the frustration in his eyes, and steal another quick glance at the enemy. We’re running out of time. The savage approaches a soldier about 50 yards away from us. Dean howls, and I run in his direction, hoping to deflect the bullet. I am shot in the head and killed instantly.
As I float towards the sky I feel a sudden pain in my shoulder. I turn around and see Dean’s apparition punch me. “Idiot”, he says and we both burst into laughter at our foolishness.

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This is a satirical piece about the foolish decisions people make in an attempt to be brave and heroic. It pokes fun at dramatic war tv shows, movies, and books.