Thursday, November 20, 2008



After the mock battle, John Ficher decided to take a walk along the beach. He took off his boots and walked though the sand. He walked about halfway around the island, when he saw something circling in the sky. He sat on one of the many rocks, for he was on the rocky side of the island now, and looked at it. He could tell it was big, but he wasn't sure quite what it was. Then he realized it was getting closer and closer to the ground. Soon it was about fifty feet from the ground, and John drew his magnum and pulled his knife out of his sheath and then scrambled behind o boulder, watching the creature hop about on the shore. 
It was white with black tips on what seemed to be it's wings. It had a large spike on it's head, which appeared to be it's mouth. Then, suddenly, it turned it's head and looked straight at John. It hopped a few steps towards him, then dove for him and picked him up with his beak. The creature then flew up into the sky. John was carried along the river extremely fast and at high speeds. The last he saw of the island was a small group of men yelling and waving on the beach as he was carried off into the distance. After flying at high speeds for about fifteen minutes, he wrenched himself free of the thing, and then, forgetting he was about two-hundred feet in the air, started too fall. 
He knew he wold hit the water, but he also knew it would hurt a lot. He tried to make himself straight as possible in the air so he might have a chance of living. then before he knew it, he hit the water. It felt like cement and he heard a loud crack when he hit. He knew it was a bone. But, he was also twenty feet below the water. Not a good place to be when your leg is broken. The wind was knocked out of him when he wit the water, so he started gulping in water, and clawed to the surface. He managed to get ahold of a log on the fast moving water. Then the water started speeding up. He then saw a waterfall at least a hundred feet tall. "Aw, come on!!!" He yelled, and braced for impact. He felt the water go out from beneath him, ad soon his log was spinning around in the air. He couldn't hold on and he fell, luckily slower than the log. He landed right behind the log, so he could quickly pull himself back up instead of practically drowning. He floated for a while, and soon, despite the pain in his leg, fell asleep on the log.
He woke up right next to a muddy bank. He crawled onto the bank and then, once he got on to the grass, leaned on a tree. Then, he realized he had no idea where he was, or how he could get back to Brent Island. He knew he had slept for some hours, because the sun was just coming up when he woke up, so he had probably traveled a few hundred miles away from the Island, so he laid his head back against the tree and began too sleep, knowing that when he woke up, he would have to find a way to survive.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Election was rigged!!!!!!

The election was rigged!!!(In McCain's favor.)So, let's continue.

They went back to the house to have dinner. Afterwords, Brent and his dad went up to his room for a story of the south pacific. When Brent got in bed, his father began.

"We were on the island Kiribati. It's a small volcanic island, and has lots of jungles. It had been raining hard for weeks. The Japanese had us surrounded and we were on level ground. We hid in the trenches, all day, trying to find shelter and waiting for the rain of water and artillery to stop. We were running out of amunition. Luckily, reinforcements and supplies were about to land. But the skies were dark and things looked grim.
After two more days, none of us had a single bullet on us. It seemed like we would die from the wet and mud more than the japanese artillery. Each of us had at least a pound of sludge on us. We got a call from the reinforcements. They would be arriving in a few hours.
 Unfortunately, it seemed like a lifetime, but then, we saw a plane with the words 'United States Air Force' on it. We all cheered. But then, we all heard a mortar. The large shell went up into the sky and landed right smack dad in the middle of us. I just barely got out alive." He showed Brent a large scar on his side. "But clearly, I wasn't fast enough. It hit me right in the right of my back. Any further and it would have taken out my appendix. The medics quickly stitched it up. But, as they were swabbing the wound with anti-bacterial gel of some sort, I heard another mortar fire. I saw it go up into the sky, but it didn't come down on me. It blasted the tail off the reinforcement plane. We knew it was over.
We saw the plane come spiraling to the ground with thick, black smoke coming from it. It was if we heard the screams of those soldiers. I saw a lot lot of men take off their helmets and put it over their hearts. I saw Major Reynolds put his on a rifle he stuck in the ground. But then, the plane opened a hatch. The supplies rained down onto us. We all took cover. Luckily, most of it rained down right in the trench. Then, it veered in the air. Not much, but a small amount. Small enough too have it crash straight into the japanese lines. It wiped out practically all of them. We loaded our guns with the fresh ammunition and soon the day was ours. The men on that plane, Brent? Those were the real heroes. Not us. They were willing to sacrifice their lives for ours. And that's what matters. They died for a reason. They died for their country."

Monday, November 3, 2008


Awww... Halloween is over... well that sucks... oh well, at least Thanksgiving is soon. Well, let's get on with the story.

John Ficher loaded his gun with blanks. The men were going to have a mock battle-god dang it! why are my spaces in between my lines so darn big?!?!?!?!?God, this is annoying! It just happens for no reason! Oh well. So, anyway, John Ficher and his men were about to have a mock battle using the new supplies they got. He took fifteen men, five jeeps and the Focke Wolf.
Yay! it stopped! So, anyway, "Alright! Let's go win!" He hopped on the back of a jeep with Private Vancovich, Major Smith, and Private Krakowski :). They left with two other jeeps and moved in arrowhead formation out through the thick jungle, and first sighted the enemy at the large field. They were in small numbers though. Then John made the mistake of taking his men out in the open. His men and him charged out, yelling and whooping. Then, suddenly, practically all of Sergeant O'Conner's force popped out of the woods surrounding Ficher's men, taking down everyone in one of the three jeeps. The other jeep lost two men and then, suddenly, John's jeep lost a wheel. He and his men jumped out and sprinted for the woods, calling a full retreat. The last jeep drove into the woods. John and his men just barely salvaged the 60 cal. and fired and blew up the two jeeps that were stranded. They couldn't risk having the other force getting two more jeeps. Then they regrouped in the jungle with the last jeep. They hopped in and drove back to their home starting place, where the men that stayed there were building some defense. It was cramped, since the jeeps were only meant for five, but they managed. The enemy followed them, of course, but they soon got to their stronghold, full of trenches, barbed wire, and a barracks. 
They ran in, setting up a defense pattern. It was only a matter of time before the enemy showed up. But they had brought the tanks, and their four jeeps. Things looked dim. Luckily, they had their fort in a cleared area.
The Focke Wolf flew in, blasting (not really) men, knocking them down, while Ficher and his men fired away at them from the trenches. Soon, there number was reduced to three. O'Conner's men surrendered.