Now, you wouldn't understand this if you hadn't watched BoB or read it, or listened patiently [without falling asleep] to my long explanations about WWII.
Its a dream I had, about this guy [you'll find out later who it is] killing Speirs.
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[The "I" is the guy, by the way]
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Speirs killed Will. Whether it was on purpose or not, I'll never know. All I know is Speirs killed Will. And I had to get him back for it.
So one day, April 11 2007, I told Speirs we had to talk. He didn't reply out loud, he just nodded. I guess he knew it was coming to him.
So after a game of netball I met him and we walked through a blank, open space.
I was fingering a colt .45 in my pocket, waiting for the right moment.
Maybe its his years of experience, maybe its a sixth sense, but he said softly, "Don't try that, kid. I've got an smg over here, and I'm not afraid to use it."
sure enough, a black barrel of an smg was sticking out from his side.
Well, I just had to avenge Will, didn't I? So I shot him [In the arm, we were walking side by side] and jumped backwards.
Well, he just opened fire with his smg. maybe it was the pain, maybe it was driving him mad, I don't know. He sprayed it all over the place, but it didn't nick me. Why? Because I had jumped backwards.
He didn't know I was still alive. Maybe he was blinded by the pain. In any case, I jumped on his back and grabbed him by the neck. I don't know what I was doing, it was a stupid thing to do, I could have just put a bullet in his back. But, to hell with that, he was my best mate besides Will, I could'nt have killed him cold bloodedly.
And so I jumped on his back and shot him in the stomach.
Now I know this is a more agonizing way to die, but I think, well, heck, I was angry. I wanted revenge. And revenge I was going to get.
Well, Speirs was very calm. He looked at me with calm, almost glazed over eyes, and said, "Well, I guess I had this coming, eh, kid?"
Speirs was my best mate; I was holding back the tears and I could barely nod. I gave him a watery smile.
It was kind of ironic because Speirs was wearing his army uniform that had survived all the Germans but hadn't survived his best mate.
"I'm sorry, Speirs," I whispered. Tears were running down my face.
Speirs gripped my hand and smiled crookedly.
I pulled him into a hug, his almost lifeless body in my hands.
"I really am sorry, Speirs," I sobbed.
"Nah, s'all right, kid. You did good," he said.
We stayed in that position until
"Sorry about Will, kid. Heck, I'm gonna die, ain't I?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, like I said, you did good, kid. You did good."
Then he died. Like that.
I know that his pals now will come after me. But, like Speirs, I know. And I'm prepared.
And I had to do it. For Will. No regrets. Speirs knew too.
When my time comes, it comes. There's no avoiding it.
After all, they don't call me "Wild Bill" for nothing.
