We are waiting...
Waiting for the General to give us the command to leave. He will in a minute. Everyone I'd lined up ready to leave. I look around and see lots of soldiers. Some are holding large bags. I feel bad for them since they have to carry large bags. I think they have the tents in them.
Suddenly, I hear a loud deep voice. It's General Fiends.
"We are now going to leave, the front rank will leave first followed by the second rank and so on. You must stay in your ranks. Now it is time to leave"
Then I see a large row of soldiers at the front starting to leave. I think I'm on about the tenth rank. I'd hate to be on the first.
Just then the rank in front of me started to move so I did. I picked up my feet. They felt heavy since I had large boots on. I felt like sinking to the floor and melting through it into the depths of the Earth.
"We might live" , I said to Quacks nervously.
"We will"
He said this with confidence. Quacks had always been confident. We were walking faster now. Increasing the pace with every single step. Well it least if I go down I will with my friends.
"AND I WILL GO DOWN IN FLAMES"
Oops said that out loud. Quacks is looked at me, incredulous.
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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...
