Tucker's POV
Fuzzy everything was just fuzzy. White and fuzzy everything starts to come into view I was in a hospital in a blood soaked hospital gown. My head throbbed badly. I looked around and saw other soldiers in beds. As I moaned in pain I noticed that the room looked dreamlike no nightmarish Then I looked over and and saw someone over my bed I knew who it was but I didn't believe it. there stood the German soldier I killed. He sat there with tears running down his face bloody and everything. We just sat there in silence and then like that he just....vanished into thin air. I lunged forward jerking me back into reality.... I started to cry saying I'm sorry to the fifteen year old German boy "please... forgive me"
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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
