Stash needs to move. He uses the tree for cover, but the Germans are slowly shooting it to bits. More and more chunks of the tree are getting blown away exposing him even more. Besides, his legs are cramping and he needs to get them moving. He concludes he is no longer safe here. He decides he needs to get away from here quickly. He carefully picks up whatever gear he has, and belly crawls about thirty feet to his rear to a small grassy berm he can hide behind and fire his M1. It’s the longest thirty feet he will have to travel in his life. He has to do it quickly to avoid being shot while the German rounds hit the ground around him, kicking up dirt in all directions. He’s made it about halfway to his new destination crawling up next to …show more content…
He crawls the remaining distance as his heart is racing faster. Stash makes his way to the berm and is glad to see other live bodies returning fire. “Look over that way about two hundred yards straight out there,” one of them shouts as he points with his right index finger to a spot where muzzle flashes can be seen firing on their position. Stash follows his line of sight and sees the location of the muzzle flash. “Holy shit!” the other guy shouts. “Now those Jerrys are shooting us from three sides. Bastards!” Stash strains his eyes to get a better look at them. It’s getting late and he, along with everyone else, has been fighting for almost the entire day. Stash notices something that doesn’t look right. “Look over there!” Stash yells. He points to the same spot his attention was directed too. “What?”, says John, one of the guys in Stash’s unit. “That looks like our guys! Look at the helmets! Look at the uniforms! Those are ours!” cries Stash. “Nah, can’t be,” says John. “The 413th is twenty miles away. No way they could be here by now.” “Just look! That has to be them,” shouts Stash, more convinced than ever. John strains his eyes. “You’re right!” he takes a deep breath and suddenly realizes Stash is correct. In all the confusion, they are taking fire from the 413th. “Shit! They’re shooting at us!” says John. “I think I passed the field radio operator on my dash over here,” Stash barks out. “We need to get
She feels Armin’s hand on her arm, tentative, and notices that the soldiers have disappeared. Just as she’s about to ask him, Armin beats her to it. “I told them to go up, said that it’d attract less attention.”
"Get out nice and slow and no one will get hurt." She instructs, shoving the gun in the middle of his back.
“Come on you assholes,” He shouts, opening fire by way of a silent pulse on the unsuspecting Germans the result is mind boggling as every living cell is shut down in their nervous system. Headlights are coming up the road and four soldiers lay on the ground dead. A brilliant spotlight strikes his face,
“What's happening guys?” He asked. I could hear the frustration in his voice. “We are better than this!”
“This vent leads to a storage room that’s close to the place where Wes Rogen is.” Crislia replied, grunting as she pulled herself through the
“That face, your overthinking okay? Corries fine, your wife is fine. My bet is their just practicing Army manoeuvres.” Len assures.
“I hadn’t considered that, but I don’t know that I have the authority to order the Marines to escort me to Fredericks.”
“Don’t worry, all of our suits are equipped with GPS so if I can just have a minute I will find Quinten just fine.”
The command broke through the silence and launched me to my feet, unconsciously tightening my grip on the automatic rifle as I searched the space in front of me. I had heard harrowing stories of desperate people using desperate methods to get across the Wall from some of my fellow guards; thanking God that I had never been on duty during those dreadful moments.
“ Right hmm would the supersonic confusion copter work I mean Havoc zoom out a bit, see look it's only a minute from the coast of California we could get there in five minutes if we move it move it.”
"D-Don't look. Don't look." He whispers, a fearful stutter fitting into his soft voice as he urges the two behind him to avert their gaze. He thinks, briefly, that he hasn't stuttered in years.
Pasco makes a noise and I turn to see him pointing at two soldiers headed down
“When the base went down we got a coded transmission. Not sure from who but it is coded more than we can track. If we could get something from the remains...”
She is taken by surprise at the question. To her, his release was guaranteed. How he stares at her now though, how deeply his eyes dive
is pushed slightly back and to the side. His eyes gaze unto those of the