Tucker's POV
Six days. That's how long we've been on the other side of the bridge. The remaining German forces are spread thin but there still fighting. We were sitting in our tank just in reserve, man I've just grown numb about this place when a alarm went off I knew what that ment a German force was near so we started the tank up and i swerved the turret around aiming at the hill when a loud bang and a flash of light hit the tank knocking me over. I got up off the floor of the tank and rubbed my head it was pounding and....wet sticky wet. I took my hand off my head and saw that i was bleeding and josh ran up seeing my wound "Tuck! you ok?"
Josh's POV
I looked up at the turret and saw Tucker's hand and immediately assumed he was dead. My stomach turned thinking I had just lost my brother and... my close friend. i got up and noticed he was breathing! "Nico! We need a medic stat!" I yell as I let out a sigh of relief.
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Fearless
Historical FictionJune, 1944 Normandy, France. 741st Tank battalion. A group of men that go by Tucker, Josh, Nico,and David share a "home" a M4 Sherman tank. The story will take you on their journey across Europe. during WWII