When we returned to the camp, there was hardly any tents. Soldiers had started to line up ready for the perilous journey. Well I hope it's not perilous because I really really do not want to die. I haven't seen Patricia in ages. So hopefully I will live to the end of the war and see her again. It's been about a year since war started so it can't go on for much longer hopefully. I really don't want it to be as long as The Great War in 1914. That went on for four years. At least I didn't have to go in the army then because I wasn't even alive. My father was in The Great War though. Infact, he was the one who made me join. Well whatever. I'm going to go into the lines and I'm going to stand near my friends and maybe we can try and raise each others morale. Then I do a pointing gesture to Quacks and Joey and show them where in the line I'm going to stand. We are quite near the front which makes me worry more because if the Nazis do attack we will be one of the first to get hit. The thought of this makes me shiver but then Sergeant Joey smiles at me. Sergeant Joey doesn't really talk that much. Quacks does though. Sometimes, he would talk for hours and hours on about various subjects and topics. Sometimes he would even talk to himself.
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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...
