Time seemed to slow as Private Thomas Bridges ran up the forested
hill toward the German encampment. Bullets whizzed past him, he stopped
and fired a few shots back at the Germans. One fell before him, it was the
first time he had killed. Then he bounced back to reality. He kept
running up the hill, his squad, his comrades, his friends, fell dead at his
sides. A few Americans had already broken into the bunker and were killing
Germans. Thomas reached the top and immediately went automatic on the hole
in the wall where a German gunner shot. The soldier screamed a few words
in German and died. Thomas rushed into the bunker and fired everywhere,
smoke clouded the room but he heard German words being screamed and bodies
falling to the floor. Then a bullet hit him in the leg. Thomas shot the
last German and stumbled back outside. He slumped next to a tree and tried
to bandage the wound. He covered it but the bleeding was still pretty bad.
A Panzer Faust rocket hit the side of the building, concrete flew in all
directions, a small piece hit him in the head and he was knocked
unconscious.
Thomas woke up to darkness and laughing. The blood had crusted on his head. German words were being yelled and laughing ensued. He must have still been at the encampment. He looked around but saw only bodies lying next to him. His whole squad must have been eradicated. He got up and loaded a new clip into his Thompson. His head hurt as did his leg but nothing could be done for it now. He snuck next to the opening to what remained of the German bunker. Only two German soldiers sat inside, they were playing cards but they kept their guns close. The Panzer Faust wiped out most of the bunker. The Nazi's must have called in reinforcements by now; they would be here soon to establish a stronger blockade guarding the French city of Helnsboro. One soldier had a sniper rifle the other had an MP44. He didn't have much ammo left for his Thompson. If he fired at the guards the Nazi's in the city would hear, but he needed ammo and a way out of here now. A few rocks lie nearby. He could chuck a few at the guards to knock them out. But it might just alert them to his presence. He could go around back and make a noise. But if both guards came to check on it then he would be killed for sure.
Bridges is at a crossroads, you decide what he should do, and you'll see what I mean next chapter.
Thomas woke up to darkness and laughing. The blood had crusted on his head. German words were being yelled and laughing ensued. He must have still been at the encampment. He looked around but saw only bodies lying next to him. His whole squad must have been eradicated. He got up and loaded a new clip into his Thompson. His head hurt as did his leg but nothing could be done for it now. He snuck next to the opening to what remained of the German bunker. Only two German soldiers sat inside, they were playing cards but they kept their guns close. The Panzer Faust wiped out most of the bunker. The Nazi's must have called in reinforcements by now; they would be here soon to establish a stronger blockade guarding the French city of Helnsboro. One soldier had a sniper rifle the other had an MP44. He didn't have much ammo left for his Thompson. If he fired at the guards the Nazi's in the city would hear, but he needed ammo and a way out of here now. A few rocks lie nearby. He could chuck a few at the guards to knock them out. But it might just alert them to his presence. He could go around back and make a noise. But if both guards came to check on it then he would be killed for sure.
Bridges is at a crossroads, you decide what he should do, and you'll see what I mean next chapter.
