Tucker's POV
It's been three weeks... I still have that dream. I sat there for what seemed like a hour when I heard a knock on the door. Hey buddy how's your head? It was Josh.
"Hey... you feeling ok you don't look so good." Josh asked pretty concerned checking my head.
"Yeah I'm fine just... I can't sleep. That dream it won't go away" as Im in recovery my crew gets what Josh calls much needed rest Nico is practically on the brink of battle fatigue. What do i do? well not like I can do anything useful
yeah I'm usually more productive than that. But when you have a concussion its pretty hard to move or speak really... Still I can't stop thinking about that dream...i know it means guilt but i just don't know how to wrap my mind around it. its hard to stay awake... i just need to know... but I'll just sleep on it... hopefully.
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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
