Hi guys. This was my first sketch posted to Newsrevue. It's pretty rubbishy and was rushed out over a day (it's been a hellacious week and I've not had much time to write). It was rejected but I just wondered what you guys thought of it.
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We see a man in light combat gear (or perhaps tattered clothes) casually strewn over a table. He is a real life action man figure and speaks with a gruff American accent. He speaks the audience.
HARRY: Hi, welcome to hell. Name’s Reaper. Reaper to my friends, Widow Six-Seven to my comrades, to my country, Prince Harry. I’ve been living in the Garmsir outpost for five weeks now, and I can tell you it ain’t no tea and crumpets on the lawn. Living in a forgotten country, forgotten by yours, attacked by it’s radicals, hated by it’s people. But hey, I’m pretty used to that. People say ‘Why do this to yourself Reaper? Why be here when you can be at home lying on satin sheet beds eating fine foods and foreign women.’ But they don’t understand. When you grow up with a mother like mine you’re used to seeing the hell left by war. She showed me what war is really all about. Dinner at Gran’s, now that was a battle-zone. But the battle land becomes your homeland. They don’t want me out here, putting my ass on the line. They say ‘Your’re too important to the country Reaper! We can’t risk having you out here, every day staring death straight in the eyes!’ But it’s what the people want darn it! Sometimes the only thing keeping me going is the thought of my girl at home. We’ve been going good for three years now. To be honest, the only thing that worries me is her studying for a law degree. But thankfully she doesn’t know how this war got started yet.
Be brutal guys. Thanks!
