Short Story about Bataan

I spend an inordinate amount of time driving and commuting for work. My office is about an hour away from my home. When I took a job about 12 years ago, it was in an area nearer to my house. Since the company merged with it's largest competitor, the office moved 30 miles to the east, away from my home. Now I'm stuck in an industry that's a significant distance from my home. This leaves alot of time for listening to music, podcasts and sports radio. 

At the moment I've been listening to Dan Carlin's Hardcore History (see here). I started trying to listen to this a year or two ago and gave up. Apparently my barrier for entry is lower on my commute as I got into it and now I love em. 

The first one I listed to was called Supernova in the East. It's a terrific series on how and why Japan fought in WWII and why the war fleshed out the way it did. During one segment Dan discusses McArthur's pull out from Bataan and the troops that were trapped on the peninsula and the fighting that took place there. Although I've never fought in the jungle, we as a unit did a ton of training in jungle warfare and when Dan was discussing the rigor and hardships of fighting in the jungle it sure made me think about my time in Panama. 

As a part of that segment Dan asks the listener to imagine themselves in a fox hole, in the middle of the night, with just your buddy in the fox hole with you, and the next fox hole out of visual reach and perhaps due to the forced silence you can't hear them either. All around you there are jungle noises and mixed in there, with the total blackness of the triple canopy jungle, are suspicious noises of Japanese soldiers getting through the defensive perimeter (something they routinely did) and killing soldiers in their fox holes silently. 

It's a terrific word picture and I was thinking of writing a short story about a guy who gets stuck in his fox hole alone and doesn't know what to do next. I've been that guy in the fox hole in the middle of the night not sure what to do. I've been that guy in the jungle all night. I can't add the combat experience, but I can add the stress, the fear, the uncertainty. 

It would be a fun short story to write. 

Now that I'm spending so much time working on papers for my PhD, I don't have the time to write my novels, perhaps short stories can be my milieu for a while.