B.A.M! At War

I

It was another day on the front lines. Me and my fellow soldiers were crouching down behind the wall of sandbags; hiding from the shells exploding in front of us.
"Them bloody Huns" Lee grunts " They're shooting shells at us. If we don't attack back they will think we're cowards".
"I can't believe we have resolved to violence" I mutter under my breathe.
"What was that Lenehan" field marshal Harold Alexandra bellowed at me.
"N-n-nothing" I stuttered, avoiding his burning gaze.
"Well shut your trap then, unless you want your balls blown off".
I closed my mouth, took a deep breathe, straightened my posture and shouted "Yes, sir".
Being at war with another country was anything but glorious. I was extremely exhausted and lacking nutrients. I was told I was being patriotic when I signed up. I was told that dying for my country was sweet and glorious. That was the old lie. They tell everyone it.
"Lenehan! Tonight, me, you and Brett are heading to the enemy camp to hunt out a stinking Hun for interrogation" Lee commanded.
Why me? I ask myself. I may be one of the best soldiers but they could have chosen someone else. Like Peter for instance; he's a way better soldier than me.
I just nodded, I know better than to pull out an argument against someone with a higher status.
"Alright boys!" Field marshal Harold yelled " we are about to attack back. The Huns have slowed down on their attack. As soon as I say go, charge at the enemy front lines and show them no mercy".

Here we go

A/N: short chapter, building atmosphere. Next update in a few days