Author's note: I have changed most of the mistakes that I made in the posting of the first two chapters of this story. I gladly thank, everyone that have submitted their views on my story, they have helped my creative mind.
One step at a time
The man sat and quickly coded and sent the message he had been given by his commanding officer. As he got to the end of the message he heard a twig brake, he knew that the petrol was after him, but he had to radio his message. It was a matter of life and death, more than that,' he thought it could be the end of this insane war.'
As he heard the Germans getting closer, his thoughts drifted to the message he had and the decision it brought with it. He could either finish the message and get caught and shot. Or he could burn the code and run. One other factor came to mind unbidden, he was certain that the Germans would have surrounded the area and there was a very high chance that he was caught any-way. As he listened to the German's approach, he held up the piece of cloth in his hand, which on its surface was his code, he looked at its unincriminating surface of swirls and dots that was his death warrant.
He had only one choice he could not let it fall into enemy hands. If the Germans got their hands on the cloth they could crack every coded message their group had sent which included the message he was still sending. He pulled out his lighter and lit the bottom of the cloth. Soon that was on fire, he threw it on his radio and ran as he heard the Germans shout at the fire's discovery. He ran as fast and as stealthily as he had been taught. He reached the main road at a dead run he had only a spilt second to see head lights before he was diving for the ground. The breath was knocked out of him as he hit the ground on his shoulder, he rolled a few times before a tree ended his flight. From his painful position on the ground he saw a sight every man fears to see. The wrong end of a gun. He looked past the dark gaping hole of death to the man holding the weapon. Brown eyes looked down at him. The man on the ground was terrified and it wasn't the brown eyes, it was the Gestapo uniform. There were only two men he noticed though his terror yet he knew there would be more on the way.
"Get up!" The man next to brown eyes yelled. The radioman slowly started to get up, which was not fast enough for he was roughly pulled to his feet and shoved into the back of the waiting truck. The man that had yelled at him got into the back of the truck and sat in the set across from him. While brown eyes went to confront the German soldiers, that had appeared at the edge of the road. He watched as brown eyes came up to the five man patrol, they came to attention in front of the Gestapo Colonel.
"We have caught the radioman and are taking him back to Gestapo Headquarters." Brown eyes reported. He began to turn back to the truck when a Major stopped him.
"Uh, sir we were told to bring the man back with us." The man said hesitantly.
The Colonel seemed to grow two feet as he advanced on the Major. "Are you implying that I can not look after one man?" The Colonel yelled
"No sir!" The man said coming to attention and saluting.
"Good," Brown eyes visually calmed himself, as he made the Major hold the salute. "Never make that mistake again or you may find yourself at the Russian Front!"
Brown eyes turned stiffly, leaving the frighted major still standing with his arm outstretched in a salute. The radioman watched as the Major started to bark out orders to his men, as the truck pulled away and started down the road. The man looked up at the full moon, memorising it, for he had a feeling that it was going to be the last thing he was going to see.
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