Ok here's the next four chapters. Wanted to see if anyone wanted to read this. If not, I have an idea for another story.
Chapter 4
I laid on the ground, thinking about what happened to Anderson and most of my men. Knowing Anderson was long dead by now, I sprinted through the row of tents and by the base, knowing that my wounds and oldish self would not take me much further. Luckily, I was stopped by a large military convoy truck driving by. Freeman was driving with Sergeant Kazansky in the passenger seat.
“Guys! My ankle’s been shot and Lieutenant Anderson has been killed!” I shouted at the ongoing truck. The truck stopped, and a door opened. Freeman came out and went behind the truck. He gestured for me to come over there. Behind the truck was a low-lying brick wall and a curtain door above it. Freeman pulled himself up to the truck and slashed open the door. Inside were at least 27 soldiers, Captain Jackson, and 4 medics carrying first aid supplies.
He beckoned me up to the door. Using half my strength to pull myself up to the narrow surface, I hopped into the back of the truck and sat on the floor.
I looked around. One man was sitting on a raised platform, sleeping. A couple others were chatting away while the captain, I saw, was concentrating on some maps that he held in his hands. I walked over to him and saw that he was looking at a map of what looked like France. I gasped. While looking at the ground for a split second, I saw a piece of paper and picked it up. The passengers in the truck were the only ones left in the entire division.
Chapter 5
We drove on between the tents and back behind the dirt wall. According to Captain Jackson, we were going over here to aid the soldiers here, since they had already wiped out another 250 of the enemy troops 4 miles away. We stopped in the middle of all the dirt road. A moment later the curtain opened and Freeman called everyone to come out.
As soon as everyone was out of the truck he said, “Alright men! Here we’re going to provide backup for the other half of the platoon. Reports say that 475 enemy troops are coming to back up the battalion that we’re fighting. There are 8 people on the left here, so we will give them about 30 mo-” His sentence was stopped by about 25 soldiers coming down the road on foot. Most of them I recognized from my squad that I commanded, while the others were backup survivors.
“Okay, make that 55 more,” he continued where he left off.
Practically everyone went over to the same trench that I had been at before and started firing at the enemy. Suddenly, a large boom shook the ground. Then a second later, an enemy grenade exploded 5 feet from the truck. 5 people were killed. Another. 4 more gone. Then suddenly, a rough hand shook my shoulder. I swiveled 180 ° around and knocked someone over. I bent over and picked them up. Then I saw a very familiar face that gave me a stunning discovery: Lieutenant Anderson was still alive.
Chapter 6
I carried him over to the medics where he was treated according to his wounds. Meanwhile, back at “Death Valley,” we were losing soldiers by the second: Kazansky unconscious, Freeman shot in the shoulder, Captain Jackson limping because he had been shot in his left knee, and almost everyone else was either shot, or dead. (Or unconscious. Like I said, in war, it’s hard to unconscious, and dead. That’s what I found out with Lieutenant Anderson). Then, as I was for some reason looking down the road, I saw about 4 enemy squads running towards us at all directions. Not knowing what to do, tell the difference between I quickly pulled out a grenade and threw it at the men. I saw a very large explosion and threw another the other way. Same results.
"Wow," I said under my breath. "These guys are real idiots if they can't even dodge a grenade coming right at them." That statement proved me wrong. A grenade thrown by one of the enemy soldiers had great effect on me. I heard a very large boom, the ground shook loudly like an earthquake, and I was knocked unconscious instantly.
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