'Crack'
A sharp burning pain, soon replaced by a spreading cold numbness, I fell to my knees with a thud, the freezing cold of the mud soaking through my trousers, my rifle hitting the ground with a splash, life slows, I look around me, the thuds of rifles; the rattle of machine guns filling the otherwise complete and growing silence. All grows dark, I hear the sound like a sack of potatoes being dropped in a puddle, water burns through my nostrils.
Silence.
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Loyalty is my Honour
Historical FictionSeptember 3rd, 1939. The Second World War officially begins. The Nazis sweep across the West, county after country falling before their blitzkrieg tactics. But for Hans Beilschmidt, the war had already begun, with his father. At first, the SS seems...
