After about an hour, Sergeant Young said he would go outside. So here I am waiting for him to say what he has seen.
"Everybody look!" he shouts back into the shelter.
Tentatively, I walked to the door and looked outside. Everything was fine apart from that there was a big black hurricane plane to the right of our camp. It wasn't an enemy plane that was trying to bomb us. It was Flight Sergeant Ferremden.
"Ha ha" he chuckled.
"I can't believe you thought I was an enemy plane" he said.
"Maybe take a look at this next time"
He pointing to the RAF logo emblazoned on the wing of his plane.
Sergeant Lourey came out the shelter.
"Hey it's Flight Sergeant Ferremden"
Then he swiftly turned around and told everyone in the shelter it was OK. Everyone was relieved.
"Wait a minute why are you here?"I asked Flight Sergeant Ferremden.
"Oh...reasons.."
Then he quickly turned around and walked away. He wouldn't want to talk to me I'm only a Corporal but he might have wanted to speak to General Fiends.
As I started to walk away. A big black shadow loomed over me and I turned around and speak of the devil there was General Fiends.
"Where has that Flight Sergeant gone"
His voice was loud and but sinister. He wore a dark green camouflage outfit decorated with an abundance of shiny medals. He wore a cap with the words GENERAL written on in small gold letters.
"He went that way,General",I said nervously.
I pointed to the way Flight Sergeant Ferremden had gone.
With that he turned on his heels and strode off.
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The Corporal Diaries
Historical FictionFollow Corporal Stephenson on an adventure through the battlefields of France in a time of war. DISCLAIMER:NONE OF THIS IS MEANT TO BE FULLY HISTORICALLY ACCURATE. THIS IS JUST HOW I IMAGINE WW2. Part 2 now out! More coming soon...
