Date:- 1915, April 04.
Time:- early morning.
Whereabouts:- France, front line, trench.
A man in a French uniform, ran through the trenches, dodging dirt as it flew from over the top. He charged through, jumping over the dead that littered the muddy ground. He held to his weapon for dear life as he carried on his journey. He leaped down to a lower level and took a right. A shell then hit the side just feet from him as the impact through him backwards into the wood placed near the walls to give it extra strength. He got up again and carried on his journey. He then joined two more men and jumped onto the floor and laid on his belt buckle between them.
"What's our orders, Sgt!?" one of the men yelled over the noise of shells exploding and bullets being fired.
"We're going over!" He yelled back as they looked at him in shock.
"But sir, that suicide!" the second man yelled.
The Sgt began to look through his kidney pouch on his webbing and took out a fresh magazine and placed it in his weapon.
"I know. When I run out. I want you to give me support in fire while I make my way across. I'll toss a grenade out and then I want you to make your way through and to that dog out to the east, make sure there's no one survivors," he said pointing to one of the canyons made by a bomb.
"What?" the first man yelled even more shocked. "Why don't you send one of us out to toss the grenade Sgt? There's no way your going to make it with out being shot."
"I know. That's why I need you to react as quickly as you can. If that German section makes it to our trench, we don't stand a chance and since you two are the main gunners and are the only ones in my section who can use the matching gun, then you need to get them quickly. We don't have the men to defend our self's if they enter the trench," he explained then readied himself for his attack.
"God's speed, Sgt," the second man said as the Sgt looked at him.
"I'll be back Corporal," he said with a smile and then charged over the top of the trench and began to fire as he ran towards to the Germans hiding place.
He sped off, dodging shells and praying that he wouldn't step on a mine. His men began to give him support and fired at the Germans hiding place. The Germans kept their heads down which help the Sgt get close. He then grabbed the grenade from the strap on his webbing and pulled the pin. Suddenly, he was shot by one of the Germans who was shot just as quickly in the head strait after firing. The Sgt fell to his knees. He was hit in the chest. He used the last of his energy to toss the grenade before being hit again in the shoulder. He fell backwards into the mud. The grenade made it to the Germans and exploded on impact. The hiding place was blown to pieces as the sergeant watched before all went dark…