[intrestedviewer]

Imagine urself in the middle of the war. Ur squad is marching to a near town, u are walking in a field all quiet.then u see 2 specs in the sky. u stare up wondering if theyre ally or axis. Or were theyre going. u lose intrest and look down at your boots. Then u hear it. The roaring sound, that oh so nerve wreking moral destroying sound. u look up again to see the 2 specs now moving down in on u. u start to make out that horrible black and white cross. u r struck by fear, everything is going crazy, u hear shouts and screams, u feel sharp pains all over. then nothing.

You just shit your self and then run for cover as your screaming "STUKA". And you hit the dirt you see one of your guyz get shot up and hes down. You start firing off rounds hoping to hit it. You hit the second one white smoke starts pouring out of the engine. THEN THE TAIL GUNNER STARTS WALKING ON THE WING. then you realize your at the airshow!

You crawl in the dead leaves pushing dirt to your sides, u pull up your springfield sniping rifle. U carefully put the scope to your eye. u smile at the being in the middle of your crosshairs. He he, damn bastard wont know what hit him, u think. U start to relax your breathing and calm your pulse to pull off the shot. you feel the trigger with your fingers. The man in your crosshairs stares up at were u are, his grey uniform tity, his black boots specless. you freez thinking he spotted u, the man turns away. you release a deep hot breath of panick. anxiose to finish the job u calibrate your cross hairs right over the mans head. your finger squezes the trigger just as u see someone move infront of him, *BANG!!* A man falls lifeless to the ground. germans shouting everywere, firing rounds onto the trees around u. Then u realize your intended target is still alive. The man on the floor, he walked infront of your target. You shot the wrong man. Hitler runs into the cover of a bunker.

The weather is hot and humid. you look all around and see only yellow dirt all over. you snort at the grueling 4 mile perimeter check you must complete. your friends and fellow soldiers around you are silent. The quiet stiffness of it all. The only sounds available too you are of crunching boots. you look down at your feet and at the pain they are in. Closing your eyes from the harsh sun you start to remember some of the buddys youve lost. Sadness starts to kick in, then anger. *clunk*, a soldier to your right drops his helmet. Faces turn too look at him. Put your helmet back on. A familiar face to the front of you yells out. Its too hot, besides we havent seen combat in days. The man in front looks stirnly at him. Another stupid new recruit, you think to yourself. The unexperienced soldier walks back to get his helmet, cursing unidentified profanity with each step.. *seeeew* BOOM! an explosian to the back of you sends a body flying to the front. Oh god!, someone yells out. Eyes widen and hands start to shake. Incomming! SPREAD OUT!, the platoon leader yells out. *seeew* BOOM! Reality starts to spin, confusion spreads, orders come in as if in another language.. You hear explosians all over, men screaming. You open your eyes to find yourself flat on the ground, craters all over, black scorched earth surrounds you. The shelling continues farther to the back. You feel your head start getting dizzy. you pull your hands over your helmet. You start to hear a familiar word all around, MEDIC!, You remember, but still unsure you check your side pach to see a red cross firmly sewed on. This is it, you are needed.


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