Week 10: Death Valley : by Dan

We were dropping like flies. The poppies had given us away – they didn’t blend in with our uniform.                                                 What used to be muck was now a sea of red blood.

Suddenly bullets fired from behind the tree on the hill. We had been led into a trap by the Germans. Then the shelling started and all hell broke loose. Screams of agony and horrendous pain filled the air around me.

Then everything stopped, and the English tanks rolled down the hill. I saw the Germans leave their guns and run.

We were coming for them and they knew it.

 

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