Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly Sunday hop where writers share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. I’ve been sharing from the book I’m releasing on May ninth, And Jakob Flew the Fiend Away.
Jakob was made a real soldier in February 1945, as part of the Princess Irene Brigade of the Dutch Free Forces. After the war in Europe ended and the immediate aftermath was cleaned up, he was sent to the Dutch East Indies to help with putting down the natives’ rebellion against their Dutch occupiers. He’s very much in disagreement with his country’s continued presence there, but has to obey military orders.
While out in the jungle, under the guise of scouting, he encountered a tiger and began running for his life, right into a machine gun nest. Trying to save himself, he threw a grenade at them. Now he’s going to take advantage of his natural ambidexterity.
By the time he saw the first Indonesian guerillas coming out of the woodwork in the wake of the explosion, he was as hopped up on adrenalin as he’d been while crossing the River Maas. He couldn’t go back and risk the tiger, so the only way out was forward. No matter how he felt about his country’s colonization of these islands, the people pointing guns at him were enemies. There was no time to tell them he was more or less on their side.
He dropped to the ground, pulled his rifle off of his back and held it in his left arm, and took his pistol in his right hand. He was barely even looking as he fired on both sides and propelled himself along on his stomach. When he ran out of bullets in his right-hand pistol, he switched his rifle to his right arm and pulled out his left-hand pistol. These people had probably never encountered a soldier who knew how to shoot with both hands, and if they were the superstitious type, as he hoped, they might think they were being attacked by an evil spirit, not a mortal man.