The mud around me flipped up with every shot that hits the ground. I jump down into a prone position, sinking at least a foot into the wet and cold mud. It was raining hard, I couldn't see where the enemy was. I could hear a faint yell about 30-40 feet from me, "Grenade!" I tried my best to keep the muzzle of my gun out of the mud because if it got clogged, I wouldn't have my rifle.
I hear the bullets zipping past above me. I look behind me, Soldiers charge for cover in the mud. I see one fly backwards into the ground. Another soldier takes a knee by me. His uniform is worn, and torn up and his face was so covered in dirt that you could barely see his face. It doesn't take me long to realize that he was missing a boot. The net covering his helmet was filled to brim with sticks and leaves. He looks at me and yells, "Don't just sit there Private! Move forward!" He begins running again and after about the tenth step he stumbles forward into ground.
I pull the open sight of my M-1 Grand to the flashes of light in the distance and pull the trigger a few times.
Someone lands into the mud just beside. It doesn't take me long to figure out that it's Corporal Cooper Hunt.
Everyone always sees Hunt as the fearless kind, but even now, I can see the fear in his eyes. "We got mortars at about 200-300 yards at 11:00 o'clock!" he yells at me.
I peek above the mud hiding my face to see the flashes of light disappearing and reappearing rapidly.
"They got Machine guns, sir! How are we going run 200 yards with those?" I yelled back.
Hunt was quite for a solid three to four seconds before speaking again.
"Simple, we just got to make sure they don't see us." He grinned as if it were going to be easy.
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World War II: Be Brave
Historical FictionPrivate Kile Williams is deployed into Europe with his squad. When he runs into combat, he is faced with challenges that he has never seen before. Disclaimer I don't own any of the artwork or photos
