I found my great-grandfather's journal in the attic one quiet, dreary night..... I turned the page. The journal was covered in vile, rotting blood that smelled of dead fish and so here is what it said.....
August 21st 1939
I have never fought against an army so terrible as this. They are everywhere. We have taken Saint Lo only by a god damn explosion that has injured me badly. At this moment I am desperately trying to write as well as I can.
"Hey Nickols, get up we got a new job in Chambois. Apparently, Sarge ain't want us to sit around all day. C'mon let's move," said my good mate Pvt. Guzzo.
"Alright. Will somebody turn off that damn radio! That ain't no war music!," said Sgt. McCullin (we call him Sarge).
I got up and went straight to Pvt. Huxley who gave me an M1 Garand and a Springfeild and an M6 Thompson, perfect for the job. Hopefully, I won't die.....
That is just a fragment if you have any questions/comments PM me. I will read more if you would like and write it in my journal. Seeya. biggrin
 Scatman T-Bomb · Sat Feb 02, 2008 @ 02:38pm · 1 Comments |
