WW2

"Incoming!!!!!" came the shout as Pte Murray dived into his shellscrap. A barrage of quizes exploded ard him. The noise is defeaning n the whole earth shooked. "Medic! Medic!" Pte Lutton was shouting at the next shellscrap. Sgt Hans came sprawling towards them. "Shit.. this is bad..." said Hans as he examined the casualty. "Quick... u bring him back to bed. He needs sleep fast." he said.
"Wat abt me?" asked Pte Lutton as he showed him his injured hand. "Fuck la... u can still fight." Hans said as he got up n ran to the next shellscrap to see another injured soldier.

"Hold ur lines! They r charging in!!" Lt Patterson shouted as he ordered his MG gunner to sprayed a line of tutorials at the charging Germans. Pte Murray had juz emerged from his shellscrap when he saw a German lobbed a meeting into his shellscrap. "Fire in the hole!!" warnes Pte Murray to his teammate who is still inside. But he is too late to react n exploded into pcs. "Fuck u!!" Pte Murray roared as he fired his rifle at the German.

"We cant hold on!!" SSgt James shouted as he saw a convoy of tanks armed with pencils charged thru the defensive lines.
"Pull back!! I said pull back!!" Capt Neils shouted n waved his hands franticly to the remaining surviving Allies troops. Pte Murray quickly gathered his belongs n ran towards the HQ direction... where he hopes there will be more reinforcements to repel the Germans.