Chapter 8: Welcome to the trenchesMorning came, the gray clouds covered the land. Four young gents sat in a trench and talked to each other. One of them ran in to a dugout and came back with cups and coffee as well as a bottle of clear liquid. He mixed the coffee and the content of the bottle in the four cups and sat back down with his friends.None of them dared light a smoke around his home made hooch, for fear of catching on fire.The drink killed a few hours of the day. They relaxed with a smoke and looked about hoping that no one of import walked by. That would just ruin that lovely day.They walked back to the depot, their hideout at the tent had been torn down after
Chapter 7 Welcome to the trenchesWith his arm broken one of the two sharp shooters had to leave for the hospital, his best friend who had been with him in no mans land went with him to keep him company.The two crazies who had joined them snuck on to the ambulance as well and hitched a ride to the hospital smoking and laughing. "Never been to a field hospital" John smiled and gave the injured one a smoke."I have, and you're in for a treat. The nurses will treat you right you'll see" Tom boasted. The two sharp shooters looked at the two veterans with a quizzical expression. "I'm John, that crazy twat is Tom, and you two are?" one of the veterans smiled.The two sharp
Chapter 6 Welcome to the trenchesThe trenches where filling up, bustling with life. Alasdair dreaded this, to many men in to little space would cause some problem or other and very fast. Lorry after lorry would drop off troops at the depot at either end of the trench and the ones in between. To keep the ones close to his section busy he set them to digging trenches. Expanding them making them crawl towards the enemy.He figured that the closer to the enemy they appeared in no mans land the shorter time they would have to spend in danger. But the digging caused the enemy to intensify their shelling. Explosions tore men limb from limb on a regular basis. Newly arrived troop
Chapter 5 Welcome to the trenchesMorning came, the new lieutenants first morning in the trenches. He was nervous, had not even slept a wink. His worst fear had come true. He hated visiting the trenches to begin with and now he was stuck here in the mud, the dirt the loud noise as well as those filthy enlisted men. He had even been stuck in one of the enlisted mens dugouts how could they be so downright cruel to him. Never in his life had he been this degraded, this humiliated. This could not continue, it would ruin his life he was sure of it.Tom, John and the pilot where hard at work in preparing their little trick. Two straw men had been built during the night. They had p
I played football...A young man sits at an airport.Waiting at a lounge for his flight on to his final destination.Around him walks all manner of people, 90% wear suits.They show off their seats on the plane by showing their boarding passes with seat number showing. He laughs to himself and puts his boarding pass visible in his chest pocket.His seat placement shows him to sit in coach.After a while a man sits down at the table, his three piece suit spotless. His wife follows him, and sits down next to him. They look at this young man, almost with complete rejection. As they ask him why he is in this lounge, he smiles and looks up from his book."I'm he
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