Shit and Sand
Jan. 7th, 2010 01:04 amIt smelled of shit and sand. Shit, he could understand. Hell, it could have been him for all he knew. He was, as they say, scared shitless. But why sand? He found he really didn't have that much time to ponder the question as it wasn't too long before the Germans realized they were in the trench and started shooting down at them. Hall hadn't been in close combat until now. He had already killed a man, and he had seen his own friends dead or dying, but he hadn't been in a battle. The Germans they had killed the night before hadn't had time to shoot back. The Sargent had taken care of them before they could even realize what was going on. Bang, bang, no more krauts.
( The bullets made this odd hissing noise as they passed by his ear. )
( The bullets made this odd hissing noise as they passed by his ear. )