Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The killing fields ❯ chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10

 

For well over a week John's men enjoyed their time off from the horrors of war. They ate drank and slept and overall had a wonderful time. Everybody was mad to hear that they were being sent back early. They were to be rushed to the front line immediately the battle for Passchendaele was faltering. Another day passed and they were back in the mud. This time the mud was up to their knees and in some spots deeper. “How do they expect us to fight in all this mud?”

Asked Mcgavern. “We can barely move it's like trying to walk through water, but tougher.”

“Is that all you ever talk about is how the weather is, or the depth of the mud.”

I want to be a meteorologist when I get the hell out of here.”

I swear Mcgavern you are not normal. So is that your plan if you make it through that's gonna be your job? No wife or family?

Mcgavern shot an angry glance at Burton. Ferret shook his head “I'm just saying what I want to do. Why, do you have a problem with Meteorologists?”

“No I just think it's a queer job.”

“Ok Jackass what are you going to do after this mess.”

“Probably go back to child care services.”

Mcgavern scoffed. “now that's queer.”

“Is not!”

“Is too.”

Ferret stepped in okay break it up. Were fighting the Germans not ourselves.”

-Plop, Plop, Plop-. “God damn it, it's raining again.”

Within a second it was pouring down rain and they were scrambling to find a dug out or any other shelter. “Almost lunch time.”

Unfortunately for John it was his turn to eat in the last shift. So it would be another hour before he ate. He glanced over at Ferret who was cleaning his Colt. His bowl of soup next to him. “You gonna eat that?”

John asked. “Nope the stuff looks like dog shit. Why you want it.”

“Please.”

Ferret handed his bowl of soup to John who happily started to eat.

“Just wondering how the hell do eat that stuff?”

“Well when your hungry enough you'll eat anything.”

The sky was turning dark marking the end of a another day in the trenches. But the real was work was just beginning. They had to do a patrol that night.

 

Quietly they climbed out and started towered the German trench. The objective that night was to take a prisoner and escort him back to the trench. It was very quiet and every sound seemed to be amplified because of that. Even the wounded and the dieing were quiet. Because they were trying to be so stealthy it took them over an hour to get to the lip of the trench. And the occasional flare popping overhead didn't help. In the darkness they could just make out the silhouette of the German sentry. There's our boy.

Thought Mcgavern. “Cover me I'm moving.”

Mcgavern crept towered the man knife in hand. When the sentry turned his back Mcgavern grabbed him and pulled him over the parapet and back to his men who immediately disarmed the man. “Let's get the hell out of here.”

Not bothering to be quiet they dragged the German towered their Trench. As the last man was climbing in a flare burst over head and all the men realized how lucky they had been. if they were half a minute later they would have been dead.