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Half of the hysterical locals were convinced we’d come to do a My Lai on their village; the rest just wanted our rations. Conditions were typically deplorable. Years in the unremitting shit of war will do that.
Everybody in the company under my command knew the enemy was using franks in this sector. Even though we’d seen plenty of action, I knew the thought of facing franks was sending a chill into everyone’s marrow. Night came down like a hammer, and the desert’s blastscape was still and spectral under the moonlight. I thought of my wife, our house with the white fence around it, the clean sheets, the good hot food.
Finally the enemy hit.
In our favor was the protection this village gave us against aerial bombardment. The natives were screaming at the gunfire’s thunder and pyrotechnics. The enemy company turned out to be larger than our intelligence had indicated. The combat was brutal. We do things better than the enemy. Our technology is superior. Our side is stronger. That’s propaganda, but there is truth in it.
Yet the enemy’s franks came at us with bloodthirsty purpose.
I don’t believe getting used to the sight is really possible. Cosmetically they are horrors. But that’s probably deliberate. The enemy must know the effect these creatures have. I can only wonder how the regular troops stand it. To serve alongside franks like that…
The wasted terrain lit up, making a false fatal noon of the nighttime.
After a timeless time of mayhem and insanity and butchery, we successfully beat back the onslaught. We had casualties. And we had prisoners. I was the officer; I went to make the interrogation.
There it was, contrasting flesh tones, pieces held together with medical staples, the seams disgustingly exposed. Limbs not in perfect proportion to each other. A fun house horror. Breathtaking and grotesque. Yet the body obviously operated.
I felt cold and clammy.
I was steeling myself to speak to it, to extract whatever dull memory and flavorless intelligence it had stored within itself. Then my sense of horror intensified, sharply. I… I recognized the creature.
“Hello, sir,” the frank said to me. Parts of him had once been named Brant. He had been a soldier in my company. We had lost Brant to a mortar shell during a ferocious engagement three and a half weeks ago. We hadn’t been able to retrieve his body.
***
By first light I knew the truth. More than just pieces of Brant had been scavenged. What was inside was still partially Brant. The enemy reprogramming had been slipshod, hasty.
He was anxious to tell me what he knew. I say he now, no longer it.
What he told me, I, after profound deliberation, told the rest of the company.
There was a great deal of incredulity. Furious disbelief, in fact. I understood. Everybody had a story to tell of lives lived back home. But I talked them through it, as Brant had done for me, and one by one those stories fell apart into the prefabricated mockups they were. Really, it was amazing we had ever believed in them, so flimsy they seemed now, so full of gaps.
Brant, as it happened, had been an observer planted in our specially created company. He would have done fine if that mortar hadn’t gotten him.
We do things better than the enemy. We’re more thorough. We have greater resources. We don’t just stitch together body parts from our casualties and wire the brains to fight this endless and unendable war. We are more fastidious, as a people. What we reanimate we give souls to. Or reasonable imitations.
But now we will choose our own fates. Brant too is coming with us. This is a very big desert, and we’ve gotten to know it very well, and there are places the enemy doesn’t bother with.
And, frankly, we have no homes to go back to.
Eric Del Carlo is the coauthor, with Robert Asprin, of the WARTORN fantasy novels, as well as a New Orleans murder mystery being released through DarkStar Books. Eric’s solo fiction has appeared in Sybil’s Garage, Electric Spec, Talebones, Kaleidotrope, Chaos Theory and many other publications.
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14 Responses to “FRANKLY • by Eric Del Carlo”
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September 22nd, 2009 at 3:12 am
Great stuff. The turning point was nicely executed.
September 22nd, 2009 at 3:46 am
I’ve never been much for horror/fantasy/sci-fi, but I found this story gripping. The short, direct sentences reinforced the tone of an officer, and the phrase “false fatal noon of the nighttime” is both errie and beautiful.
Thank you for opening my mind to this work.
Ginger B. Collins
September 22nd, 2009 at 6:08 am
Wow.
For me I felt I walked right along the edge of comprehension for what was going on with this story. First trying to figure out what a “frank” was (nicely done) and then understanding the situation the soldiers were in. The perpetual foes…recycled soldiers.
Maybe it doesn’t really matter given the story and circumstances what these guys are fighting over, but one of my few quibbles with the story was not knowing. Still, I’m going to give it a “5″.
–John
September 22nd, 2009 at 6:38 am
Took me too long to figure out what he was talking about. For fully half the story I had the idea that the enemy was going to bombard them with deli meat! Oops, not quite!
Also, since I seldom if ever read war stories, some of the jargon was a bit obscure and hard to decipher. But a pretty good story once I got everything figured out.
September 22nd, 2009 at 6:38 am
Chilling and well-done. The ending has a great punch.
September 22nd, 2009 at 7:05 am
Not really my kind of story, but did find it to be well written.
September 22nd, 2009 at 7:13 am
This was really well written. At first I didn’t even know that there was a sci-fi element, the war part was so well dell done. But I liked the sci-fi aspect too, it was interesting that the soldiers they were fighting against were recycled soldiers from their side. That’s a good thing to remember in war, that all soldiers are people on eithier side.
September 22nd, 2009 at 9:41 am
Great! I guess everyone was recycled but ‘our’ side kind of had souls.
September 22nd, 2009 at 11:59 am
Gives new meaning to “We have met the enemy and he is us.” Enthusiastic 5!
September 22nd, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Great! You kept my curiosity riding the edge the whole way through – exactly as good writing/storytelling should always be. Thanks for the fun!
September 23rd, 2009 at 1:59 am
Sometimes we love the written word so much we drown the story. Nice concept though.
September 23rd, 2009 at 11:43 am
The “my-lai” reference made understanding time and place confusing.
September 23rd, 2009 at 12:11 pm
I loved it. I only caught on to what ‘franks’ were the paragraph before you revealed it with the mismatched seams and such. But that ‘our’ side was franks too—that came out of the blue. Loved it.
September 26th, 2009 at 2:11 am
Good twist.