Dunkirk h.s.

9. Fear

A/N: Couple more weeks until Dunkirk!!!! If you haven't, check out my other stories!

Sorry it's been too long!!

January 28th, 1940

"Rise and shine girls!" The voice that I totally want to hear every morning at 3 am screeched.

A bunch of us groaned as we sat up and wiped the sleep out of ours eyes.

"Harry," Niall spoke up, his voice filled with grogginess.

"Yeah Ni?" My voice was raspy.

"You know what day it is right?" He asked.

"Uh the 28th. Why?"

"Harry...." he spoke with a bit of sadness in his voice and that's when my eyes shot open with realization.

"Shit. Today's the day."

"Mhm."

"Well we gotta get going," I said and hopped of my bed and threw a shirt on.

"Just like that, you don't care huh?" Niall asked and did the same.

"I mean there's no way around so there's point fighting it. Plus this is what I signed up for. Same with you," I pointed out and then I walked away.

I was sick and tired of people calling me crazy for wanting to join the military. I'm serving and protecting our country for Pete's sake. How great is that?

Apparently not so great for everyone else.

I walked outside to see Zayn and a couple other guys from our group all huddled up.

"What's going on mate?" I asked as I jogged up to him.

"Waiting to get orders on today. Supposedly we're not even gonna get a chance to do a bit of training this morning."

"What about breakfast?" Niall asked. I didn't even notice him here.

"I think you'll make it through the morning without it Ni," Zayn put a hand on his shoulder."

"Well it's a good thing I keep this in here then," Niall muttering and reached in his pants and pulled out three carrots and a couple sticks of celery.

He held out some to us.

"Uh- were good mate," Zayn said and took a step back.

"More for me," Niall smiled and bit into one of the carrots.

"Hey listen up!" A loud voice boomed.
"You're leaving here in exactly fifteen minutes, so get your shit together and get your arse to the train tracks. If you're late, all hell is gonna break loose on you. I'm not taking any questions so go!" Sergeant Walsh commanded.

"Fantastic speech. Cudos to you sir," Zayn clapped sarcastically.

"I think I'm gonna miss this place," I heard Niall mumble and we shuffled back to get our stuff.

"Go faster you shits!"

"Correction: I'm gonna miss the food."

"Really?" I asked.

"No. It's not even that good."

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The actual feeling of going to war never really set in for me. I was almost in that state of shock you get when you break your leg or arm, like when you can't feel anything and it seems like the world just keeps speeding by and you just feel numb.