Two days later...
Today is the day we're going to trek towards the front lines on the edges of France.
Sorry I'm quite worried.
So I get out of bed and open up the tent. It's not like I remember it. There are soldiers lining up and picking up large steel weapons and crates. Some of them are putting things in boxes or bags.
They must be getting ready to leave...
Well I might as well do the same...
So I go into my tent. First, I pick up my trusty gun and then I strap it onto my large bag. The bag is green, like the colour of forest leaves. It's meant to camouflage to fit in with the background. I get some water and rations and put them in too. Now the hardest part, putting in my sleeping bag. I roll it up and try to shove it in.
I grit my teeth and use all my force.
Finally, it goes in. Now all I need is my other stuff like my paper and my daggers. I quickly put them in my front pocket. In there is my ration book and photo. It's a photo of me and Patricia at the beach. In the background I can see the waves. They are the same colour as Patricia's eyes, ocean blue. I close the pocket up and put it on my shoulders then I move outside while some other privates are taking down the tent.
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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...
