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Bombing

Under the crashing fire of a rain of bullets going back and forth, 24-year-old Nikolai Fischer ducked down into the trench and started reloading the rifle that was claimed as his only protection other then his fists. His dusky blond hair was soaked by the pelting rain, a few long strands hung in his face and in front of his dark blue eyes. His breath speared out in front of him in a white cloud. His numb fingers working sloppily to load the rifle. Suddenly a rifle shot smacked next to his head! "One of those Yankees is off the the side of us!" The man next to him yelled. The man was hit and then another. Nikolai raised the rifle aiming at where the shots were coming from, suddenly there was a flash and Nikolai felt the air blasted from his lungs as he was thrown from his feet and into the air. His mouth filled with dirt and his ears didn't work as he slammed into the ground, his head swam and his mind blacked as he coughed and gasped for air as his eyes refused to open. 

  That was the last thing his mind took in as a black haze settled in. Suddenly Nikolai was back at home, in Germany, his little sister smiling and running around. His father talking about the war, his mother, his softhearted and beautiful mother. "Nikolai shouldn't have to go." His mother was saying. "A boy needs to serve his country!" His father had snapped.

 Nikolai had just smiled and said, "It'll be fine mom, I promise I'll come back." He'd said softly as he had gotten on the train to the army base. Then he was at the army base training, then finally he was back on he same battle field as his eyes fluttered slightly.....

Under cover fire from his troop 18-year-old James David had worked his way off the side of the German troop. The chilling rain soaked him and caused his thick red-brown hair to stick to his forehead and hang dripping wet in front of his soft baby blue eyes. He crawled into his perfect position and started firing at the German soldiers like they were fish in a barrel. One German soldier turned to try and get a shot off at him but failed as suddenly a flash stung his eyes lifted him up as if by two giants hands, and he was slammed down as the air in his lungs left him and he struggled to draw air into his body as everything hurt, a black haze filled his mind and he passed out. 

Suddenly James was back in his parents house getting ready to leave, his father being so proud, his mother worrying. His ex-wife Cherry was there with her new husband and they wished him good luck and left. James went to the train station and off to the Army camp. James thought about Cherry for a few seconds but he couldn't stand it. 

Suddenly James coughed and his eyes would blink open and he would sit up and look around. He would slowly drag himself slowly to his feet wincing at his aching body. He would head into the trees and hearing something behind him he would take cover in a bush.....