The shelling seemed to go on and on; the loudness echoing throughout the camp. They ran for cover, hiding as best as they could, but it wasn't easy. They should
have been used to it by now. They were in the middle of a war, after all. But even wars took breaks sometimes-or so they hoped.
"Radar, get on the horn and call I-Corps!" Henry yelled. "Tell them we're being shelled to death!"
The word death made Radar shudder, but he began to crawl along the floor, keeping careful watch on the window (and grabbed his teddy bear, who was most likely
as frightened as everyone else).
When he got to his desk, he grabbed the phone from its holder.
"Sparky?" He yelled ."Yeah, it's Radar! Get me I-Corps! We're being shelled!"
As soon as the call was connected, Radar crawled to the office, handed the phone to Colonel Blake and then retuned to his hiding place under the table. He closed
his eyes and clutched his bear tightly, giving it words of reassurance.
Everyone, it seemed was holding onto one another in some form. Hawkeye and Trapper held onto Margaret, Linger and Father Mulchay were huddled close together
and even Frank braced himself against the others. The noise grew louder and louder, the sound resonating in their heads until they feared there would be a jolting
explosion.
But then without warning… Silence.
Cautiously they stood and looked around, none of them daring to speak. Until finally… It was over….
~Fin~