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"The Sentry" as a monologue - "Friday".

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Keri Jackson 13Gh 15th October "The Sentry" as a monologue - "Friday" It was a Friday that I'll never forget. There was the usual thunder of bullets hour after hour. The heavy blows of the whiz-bangs, causing so much smoke you could not see much more than ten feet in front of you. The juddering sound of aircraft and the sickening stench of deceased men became an everyday occurrence. This Friday was different though... this Friday was blood curdling. We were running. Guns in our hands. Stopping every now and then to fire shots at the Boches that had spotted us, as we desperately searched for somewhere to hide. After many hours of sprinting and then crouching behind bushes, we eventually found an old German dug out to take shelter in and have a few minutes rest. ...read more.


in fact at the time it seemed like an eternity. There was no way out until the blast of whizz-bangs had stopped. However, we couldn't hide forever. One of the bombs found us at last. It filled our den with smoke and we struggled to cover our eyes and mouths. We could not see and we had great difficulty trying to breathe. The force with which the smoke met us had blown out all the candles, we were in darkness. Fearing for our lives. Then we heard three loud bangs, almost like thunder: Thud! Flump! Thud! Then a sliding sound, as if something was rolling down the entrance of the dug out. This was followed by a loud splash as it hit the sea of mud and clay that surrounded us. We were terrified. We didn't know what had just joined us in the hide out. ...read more.


* * * The men that were with me that day, the other five, they were brave men, but the wretches bled and spewed, and one would have drowned himself for good if he hadn't have been picked up after he fainted. I try not to remember that fateful day. Every time I think about it, my mind always asks... why? I can still remember the sentry's moans and jumps, and worst of all was the wild chattering of his broken teeth. Each time his lips closed, another part of a tooth chipped off and was left lying lonesome on his bright red lips. It was a stark contrast to the paleness of his mud and blood covered face. I was the last to leave the dug out, I felt so guilty. Half way up the clay soaked steps I turned around. The sentry was looking straight at me and through the dense din I heard him shout, 'I see your lights!' But ours had long died out. 775 Words ...read more.

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