THE 2000 YARD STARE (99 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker 

“Where did you find him.”

‘In the forests behind where we live. Had no clothes on and was screaming. Usually he’s in his room, locked. He half sleeps the night. Is not much harm if you can keep humans away. Don’t know how he got out. Was digging the ground. His eyes an empty stare like were two black holes in his head. Said was gouging Japs out of holes. Been like this ever since they brought him from Paleliu. His station found him among the dead, covered in ponchos.’

“It’s PTSD. Can’t do much. Was better off dead.”

(neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #whatpegmansaw



Today Pegman is visiting Peleliu.

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The Battle of Peleliu, codenamed Operation Stalemate II by the United States military, was fought between the US and the Empire of Japan during the Mariana & Palau Campaign of World War II, from September to November 1944, on the island of Peleliu.

US Marines of the First Marine Division, and later soldiers of the US Army’s 81st Infantry Division, fought to capture an airstrip on the small coral island. This battle was part of a larger offensive campaign known as Operation Forager, which ran from June to November 1944, in the Pacific Theater.

Major General William Rupertus, (USMC commander of 1st Marine Division) predicted the island would be secured within four days.[4]However, after repeated Imperial Army losses in previous island campaigns, Japan had developed new island-defense tactics and well-crafted fortifications that allowed stiff resistance,[5] extending the battle through more than two months. In the United States, this was a controversial battle because of the island’s questionable strategic value and the high casualty rate, which exceeded that of all other amphibious operations during the Pacific War.[6] The National Museum of the Marine Corps called it “the bitterest battle of the war for the Marines”.[7]

The Battle of Peleliu resulted in the highest casualty rate of any amphibious assault in American military history: Of the approximately 28,000 Marines and infantry troops involved, a full 40 percent of the Marines and soldiers that fought for the island died or were wounded, for a total of some 9,800 men (1,800 killed in action and 8,000 wounded). The high cost of the battle was later attributed to several factors, including typical Allied overconfidence in the efficacy of the pre-landing naval bombardment, a poor understanding of Peleliu’s unique terrain, and overconfidence on the part of Marine commanders, who refused to admit their need for support earlier on at Bloody Nose Ridge.

On the other hand, the capture of Peleliu served as a means to MacArthur’s much-desired end: the recapture of the Philippines, and the drive towards Japan’s home islands. The lessons learned at Peleliu also gave U.S. commanders and forces insight into the new Japanese strategy of attrition, which they would use to their advantage in later struggles at Iwo Jima and Okinawa.




By Neel Anil Panicker

John’s been gone for two years, but for me he’s here__as alive as yesterday’s memories.

He’s here in the caress of my frayed palms as I kneel down and furiously attack the myriads outgrowths that threaten to lay siege to what is rightfully mine.

It’s a losing battle__this dusting aside and brushing off and hacking away of ever burgeoning claimants to his heart.

Jo’s mine only to be savoured.

But I am tired.

I doubt I’ll be able to endure another minute of summer madness that is Kolkata.

As the moon waves goodbye, I slip into his arms awaiting deliverance.

©neelanilpanicker  #100words #FF  #shortstory



By Neel Anil Panicker  (175 words)

“I know that you know that we are meant for each other.”

From across the table she smiled awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

Her eyes gazed around at the cheap restaurant tucked in a dirty nondescript bylane far removed from her gated sanitized high society environs, a place so exclusive that servers at her palatial bungalow wore eight-buttoned suits while serving cross continental gastronomic delights.

Her friends were right, and so was her mother.

This young man smiling at her through betel chewed yellowing teeth, who sported a ghastly knife scar that ran all over his left chin, and who had no manners and zero education was not her in her league,  nowhere near her class.

And what had she? With barely a year to go before she graduated and turned heiress to a billion dollar oil business, the world was her oyster.

Except…that she could go to jail. For murder, for killing her stepfather, albeit with a little help from her boyfriend.

Raising her glass, she replied, ‘Till death do us apart”.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction  #FFfAW

Written for

FFfAW Challenge-Week of April 25, 2017

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112th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-25 through 05-01-2017