You would never know how tired you actually are, until you get a few hours sleep. Thankfully my mind had been a little more clear than when it was when i was awake. All i dreamed about during the ride was a free falling sensation, and total darkness. I woke with a sharp pain in my lower mid section. I grabbed at my side, and when I did, to my surprise, I was bleeding out rather rapidly. I was amazed nobody else was injured. Either someone was attempting to assassinate another target, or our car WAS the target! The car jerked hard into a ditch. I started to go light headed, doing my best to tell them that i was wounded. All that really came out was "Bob!.. Bleeding!.. Need...Hospital!..." All i could do was pray that one of them heard me, because I soon passed out from all the blood loss.
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The Life Story of Thomas Elliot Jones
Ficción históricaThis story takes place in WWII and retells the story of a man named Thomas Elliot Jones. He goes from a simple mission to collect some Much needed supplies for their base (which is not only deep within the German Woods, but also being closed in by t...
