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After ten hours of walking we could see the town from the top of a hill. The once quaint French town lay in ruins the buildings had either collapsed or had been ripped apart.

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Introduction

War The air was thick, the most unbearable smell was carried by the wind. Corpses were strewn across the barren unearthy place. The blood soaked earth was crying out for the deceased unsettled souls. There was no time in this place, the fog shielded it from the outside world. Barbed wire penetrated through the flesh of those who were unlucky enough to get caught in it. My mind was lost in the chaos that surrounded me, I felt as if I had also died with those that accompanied me, I felt no remorse in this time of pain and suffering. I felt as if had been sucked into a wormhole of eternal darkness where light did not exist. All my life experiences paled in comparison of this that I had felt. All my life I had lived a protected life, shielded from the cruel and unreal world that existed beyond mine I never would have believed this would have become of me. This how I earned this fate . . . . . January 15th 1940 I had been sent to the shores of France to fight for my country, I was very enthusiastic at the time. ...read more.

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Rubble and debris was scattered all over the place, shards of glass glistened in the sunlight. We slowly made our way into the derelict town, few buildings were intact I had feeling something wasn't right it was all to quiet. All of a sudden a shot was fired It hit our grenadier in the leg. The medic and myself ran for cover. The shot was too accurate to have been fired from a standard weapon there was a sniper hiding in one the building's we had to think fast the grenadier tried to crawl away but anther shot was fired and hit him in the arm. I was watching where the bullet hit and worked out it must have come from the building at the end of the road. We had to distract the sniper somehow to get to get a grenade off the grenadier. What we would do was throw a stone on the opposite side of the road to distract the sniper and the grenadier would roll a grenade to me. It didn't turn out that I threw the stone the grenadier rolled the grenade and before it was half way to me the sniper shot at it and then it exploded and killed the grenadier. ...read more.

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When we least expected it four Germans jumped out of the bushes threatened us with guns I knew that the other men would rather die than be captured. The reconnaissance soldier signalled the other men and they attacked the Germans, I ran for cover shots were fired I hid behind a tree shaking I could not move I was almost paralysed I blanked out. When I regained conscienceless I saw only the reconnaissance soldier and a German soldier where alive they struggled with a gun three shots were fired in the air, I could not move I just watched as the German get the upper hand and then kill my soldier. He could see me, he moved towards me and spat on me. And back towards the town. I ran as fast as my legs could take me back to the base when I got there the Germans were bombing almost everyone was dead. I ran out onto the beach to try help a bomb exploded near me everything was silent I could no longer hear. I fell to the ground to awaken in a hospital I could not move I could not talk my friends stood beside my bed I could not hear them then I realized I was truly paralysed. 1 ...read more.

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