Age 24
Male
Conisbrough UK.
Seen January 16th, 2011
Posted December 18th, 2010
338 posts
12.7 Years
Are we men or boys?



1942 was the date, January 30th Saturday, The sound of bullet's heavily followed us, I shivered in fear
'Comrade Hersh, Whats the plan?'
Here I was, Colonel Gomez, A German-English fighting for English stuck in the deep dirty mud, This was no play-ground, If it was, Its that sucker Lucifers play-ground
'We've gotta move! On my count! One....Two....Three!'
We all ran to the out of the trench reaching for out weapons, I reached for my M4 carbine and charged forward
'FIRE!'
I roared, Taking the limelight for awhile, We started too shoot numerous rounds of Arsenal fire at the Germans they repeated, This was no time to scream war-cries, They knew what too do, This is a free-for-all, One man against the Germ-man, I ducked slightly avoiding a shower of pistol fire, I ran up and fired a series, I heard several German cries, Yes! Then, A chance came, In front of me was someone I recognized...Alexandre Ozil, A Turkish Italian fighting for German, Italy shan't be happy, He was amongst the highest rank, Killing him would be a major scalp, I ran up and lifted my gun when I felt arms wrap around me, I felt a round of fists crack my nose and make blood fly everywhere, I reached for a knife but a clever Germ-man kicked it away, They stopped and Alexandre approached...
'Ha, The traitor, Shame on you'
He laughed in a poisonous figure of speech
'Rich, Coming from the 'It'
Ovbiously he didn't like that, He gave me a Whip-slap and threw me on the floor, He hissed in German I didn't recognize then they started to hit me, With no option I reached for my Gernade and...BANG.
' A greedy father has thieves for children ' Serbian Proverb.