Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The killing fields ❯ Chapter 3

Chapter three

 

 

All Evans wanted to do for the next few days was sleep. He was mentally and physically exhausted. He also knew his breaking point wasn't far off. And Evans desperately tried not to show it. They had lost ten men in the attack the whole line had stabilized but continued to be battered by the German artillery. Evans didn't know how much longer he could last in this hellish place. The only thing that kept him going was her letters of comfort. They calmed and soothed his mind. He never noticed how much he loved and missed her. Only the will to see her again kept him alive and going. When he had free time the Major wrote long letters of poetry and the horrors of war he experienced. Some would be censored but he didn't care, she was a nurse and she saw the same horrors as him. Major Evans heard foot steps out side the dugout and tensed. “Mails here sir you got… two letters.”

Evans smiled and said. “Pass the rest out to the men I'm sure they could use the morale boost. Major Evans sat down and opened the first. It smelled faintly of perfume and he knew it was from her. It read. Dear George, You have no idea how busy the hospital has been. The news paper claimed that the Germans have been thrown back. I pray for your safety and no matter what happens I will always be here for you. I miss you and wait for the day you return. Please be careful sincerely Diane. P.S. hope you like the gift. He picked up the package it was heavy and he wondered what was inside. He tore open the package and opened the box. It was a pure steel picture frame. And then he remembered that he father was a steel mill worker. Inside it had a beautiful photo of her and there was a note. Hard enough to stop a bullet Love Diane. After he read that he decided he would ask her to marry him after the war. His thoughts were interrupted by men's shouts. Evans slipped the gift into his breast pocket, Stood up and unsnapped the holster. “Sir Fritz is attacking again.”

The major stepped out and looked through the periscope. “Ted man the MG! Blam!! A massive explosion and once again Evans lost his hearing. He was thrown back by the force of it. When he sat up Ted was gone just a giant smoking crater was all that remained. “God help us.”

He whispered. He was yanked to his feet by his friend John Evans ran for the heavy. “Loader!” Evans called but numbly realized the loader was dead. As soon as he exposed himself a sludge hammer force knocked him back. But he wasn't hit he felt all over but there was nothing. The frame! He had totally forgotten about it in all the hell that was unfolding. Suddenly he was being pulled from behind. Major Evans turned and saw John “John I'm fine. Splang! John's helmet flew to the ground along with him. “JOHN!!”

Then as if deciding he was still alive John rolled over and sat up. “I'm okay George.” Evans stared at him. “I'm okay right?” “Yeah you're fine let's get the hell out of here.”