by MillietheWarrior » 12/30/2012 8:24 PM
"Lay off, ya Mick. Why don't you go find Captain Winters. Make yourself useful like, you know?" He smacked him lightly on his helmet and with a low whistle, the red-haired youth jogged off, presumably to find Captain Winters.
Joe led the woman over to a sheltered area, and she noted, with annoyance, that the American lines weren't as well fortified as the German lines. Sure, they were both taking cover in their foxholes, stuck in those hell holes right across from one another. But she had thought the Americans would have more…well, everything. She saw no ammunition strewn around, the men that moved about had no winter clothing, and if they did, it was poor. She wondered how many had succumb to trench foot, or frostbite whilst they huddled in their foxholes, praying they didn't get hit.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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