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Chapter 7

 

 

After Major Evans left John was left in charge of the battalion. It was his first time in charge. Although he didn't show it he was very nervous. After the promotion he thought he could handle it but he was wrong. The men were going to look to him to not get them killed. That was the part that frightened him the most. Ferret was now the new Captain after his daring charge. And nobody seemed to disagree with him getting a promotion. Major Evans would no longer be Major. Now he was Colonel Evans. But nobody could understand why he was being promoted. He had hid in a shell hole most of the time. And had joined the attack after they had breeched the German lines. John hoped his leave would change his attitude. But figured it wouldn't.

 

John sat in the new dugout with ferret who seemed rather pleased with hunting shotgun he had found. Along with the fifty rounds of ammo for it. “I thought the Germans were against using those things?”

said Mcgavern. “Yeah well I like these guns so I'm not complaining. Where you from Mcgavern?”

“Yorkshire sir.”

“What did you do for a living?”

“I built clocks with my father.”

“sounds boring what did you do in your free time?”

“Well other than church I liked to play soccer.”

They spent the day talking about their lives before the war and what Colonel Evans would be doing in England.

 

Colonel Evans spent the day riding on a train from Portsmouth to London. Before he left he had written her and she had agreed to meet him at the station. He was overjoyed to finally be off the line. But he felt bad for the others. He had started to think straight. And in reality he didn't want to die but it was hard to not think about it when your friend's head gets blown off. And you're left wondering when it's your turn. Evans was only in England for two weeks but that was enough time to marry her. He silently looked out at a sign it read. London 40 miles. Evans looked around for something to do and saw the news paper. Alright what the hell. He thought and picked up the news paper and began to read. The article he was reading was the war section it read today seems oddly quiet on the Western front no German activity has been noticed in three days and even the troops notice a lull in the shelling. But the rain hasn't been quite so cooperative. The Paris weather forecast program reports eight inches of rain near Flanders. In other news troops from the king battalion have taken and held a German trench near Paschendalle. While only losing 150 men. Evans put the paper down 150 families were to know that their son was killed and the press put it like their lives were unimportant. The train was slowing down and Evans noticed they were pulling into the station. It was time.