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Dooms Day.

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Introduction

Dooms Day The sun hid behind dark clouds blocking out sunlight making it pitch black. The storm was approaching fast then suddenly the silence was broken by the loud alarms it meant we were about to be attacked. The empty field was flooding with soldiers each one running to his position in an effort to save the base but it was too late. British bombers soared above like eagles ready to attack their defenceless prey. All the noise and confusion stopped there was silence not a word was heard. For that moment time stood still. It was doom's day June 7th 1944. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out my name repeatedly. I returned back to my senses. It was one of the soldiers screaming, "Move out! It's going to blow move out." I noticed a shadow larger than mine I looked above skyward. It was a bomb heading straight for me. The soldiers left their positions there was chaos all around. I made my way through as fast as I could into an underground bomb shelter. Soldiers over crowded the shelter. Each one was praying that he would survive the ordeal and make it through. A few seconds later boom a loud explosion shook the earth causing the shelter to collapse a bit. I could smell fuel burning outside it suffocated me in the shelter so I came out of the shelter. ...read more.

Middle

After the briefing I retreated to my tent to sleep. There was a loud bang another terrifying explosion that shook the earth and uprooted the trees. I stepped out of my tent. All the tent and barracks were destroyed only my tent stood still. Dead bodies were scattered on the ground, thousands of them. I could hear a voice telling me to "wake up." Someone was constantly shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Sergei standing next to me. It was only a dream I figured but it terrified me. Sergei had told me to go to army diner for breakfast. It had been days since we had proper food. I could smell roast beef and eggs outside. As I entered the tent I was welcomed by a new set of soldiers who had arrived as reinforcements. I treated myself to the wonderful breakfast hoping that it wouldn't be my last. My appetite had finally been satisfied after two days of torture, the only food we had was biscuits and water. After finishing breakfast I went back to my tent, the base looked different now it was brighter this morning. There were more soldiers and vehicles, which made the base livelier. Two hours later I assembled my unit that included several young boys who had been fooled by the German army to serve their country. They obviously thought it was something of pride and honour but it wasn't because I knew in my heart that most of them would never go back home. ...read more.

Conclusion

Sergei was unconscious but breathing. I sat myself down and prayed that Sergei would live. Outside all the tents were being cleared, vehicles had arrived to transport us back home. Sergei was bleeding and he was badly wounded. He just laid their saying nothing. The sound of tanks became louder and British bombers circled the base. The tanks blasted there way through the sentry guns. There was no stopping them we were outnumbered. The tanks fired at the clinic causing a fire. The fire was spreading fast so I ran. I tried to save Sergei but I couldn't the fire had spread so much that it was impossible to get in and save him. The base had been devastated I hopped on a truck that carried me to the train station where I boarded a train back to Germany. My mind stayed fixed on Sergei he was certainly dead but his memory would never die out. His only wish was to go back home but God had other plans for him. Now I stand fifteen years later in the German base in France just remembering the terrible ordeal of dooms day. I haven't forgotten anything. The memory of Sergei still remains in my mind. The base is empty now but I can still see the charred remains of the soldiers on the ground. I lost a friend who had helped and supported me all my life. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be alive. I will never be able to repay what he did for me. If only I could bring him back. ...read more.

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