SUCK FACE BLOW - Dead Civilian

The Coquetries Of

SUCK FACE

BLOW

DEAD CIVILIAN!

A Short Fiction Series

That Is Supposed To Suck!

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/30/2006

I must have laid there for a few days before anyone even acted like they noticed. Even having been caught in automatic weapons fire in a high traffic area. Finally, someone noticed and that is when the real adventure began for me as a dead civilian in a war zone.

I have to admit that I was really bored for those few days. Nothing but the same old stuff ever happening... except the bugs starting to crawl on me more and more. A bunch of people would run one way, yelling and screaming and shooting at each other....and then they would run back the other way, yelling and screaming and shooting at each other... and killing other civilians too.

Believe me, I don't feel like the Lone Ranger or anything. There are dead civilians everywhere! It's like those "good guys" don't even know how to shoot straight... unless they are aiming at us. When we are alive, that is? But that couldn't be the case,they are the "good guys."

So I laid there for a few days, but I was kind of lucky since I managed to get killed in a spot that stays somewhat in the shade most of the day. Funny thing is, I was admiring the blood splatters and fleshy remnants from another dead guy a few feet away that were spattered on the wall. White wash must have been made to be canvassed with blood and stuff. They just go so well together from what I can remember just before I took a 50 millimeter slug in my head.

That was kind of neat too, though. It was definitely from an automatic weapon because Ican vaguely remember the trace of bullet hits moving up the wall toward me, just before I fell over dead.

I suppose those people in the "good guy" country, would say I amounted to something anyhow, being that I am forever a part of one of the largest dead civilian counts in a conflict designed to liberate the civilian population, ever.

I lived to become a statistic for reviewers and analyzers and stuff, over there in the "good guy" country.

I'm sure my mother would be proud, but she was gunned down a few months ago not far from here.

It must be the thing to do... they just keep killing and killing civilians. Maybe we are popular in some weird way after all.

Like I was saying, I laid there for a few days just being dead and bored... but then the party really started when some guy with a broken down personnelle vehicle came along and was stacking up us dead guys in it. We were stacked so high that there is no way that guy could have got even one more dead civilian on that machine! It just would not have been possible.

There we were... a stack of dead civilians cruising down the road all stacked up so the driver had to go really slow... unless we would fall off on corners and big bumps....when we all suddenly noticed that it wasn't so bad at all really. The "good guys" were right I guess, since no one seemed to miss us or anything.

In fact, I am kind of surprised that anyone even bothered to count how many of us there were.. kind of sort of maybe.

As soon as the big truck stopped, we all knew we were in for a good time. We could see the huge hole dug in the ground that would end up being where we would be piled in until we rotted away.

This liberation stuff just kept getting better by the minute.

There wasn't one of us that could argue with that.