Mod account for 'Dark Dawn' RPG (dawnmod) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-16 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, steve rogers |
Who: Dick Winters and Open
Where: The park
What: PT
When: Sunday morning 16 June
Rating: High due to singing about (fictional) graphic injury, possible discussion of war.
Open: Yep
Status: In progress
"He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
As he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop,
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out, and wrapped around his cock ,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
The lines were snarled and tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medicos, and wondered what they'd find,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a 'Chute had failed,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting high;
His comrades, then were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!"
He lay there, rolling 'round in the welter of his gore,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratroopers boots,
They picked him up still in his Chute, and poured him from his boots,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!"
Dick had never cared for the song, often sung in formation runs back in his Toccoa days. It made fun of a poor SOB who'd made a rookie mistake and paid for it with his life. That made him all the more irritated with himself that he was singing the song at the top of his lungs while jogging through the park in his PT gear. He'd been thinking of the War and all the good men who'd died in it so far, and suddenly found himself singing 'Blood on the Risers'. God what a mess.
If he were a drinking man he'd have to make a beeline for the pub and knock back a few after that. Instead he slowed to a walk, then stopped and put his hands on his knees, bending down and breathing deeply.