It wasn’t the bombs, or the gunshots that woke Peter that night. It was the horrific screams of his fellow soldiers screaming, panicking, and dying.

“What the..” screamed Peter as he was blown off his bed ( I guess maybe that woke him up) by the blast of a German bomb hitting the ground near by.


His men were in need of him, he had no time to panic, it is now or never for him. He ran outside, the base was already a war zone. It was hand to hand combat everywhere he looked. And his men were getting slaughtered. He saw his long time friend James Smith, down on a knee, at the mercy of a German soldier. He dogged a couple of left hooks, a couple of jabs, and a few Mike Tyson style ear bites, but he finally made it to James. The German was on top of him, pounding him just like Peter use to do to him when they were back home. He grabbed the head of the German, and lifted his knee to meet it. The German died instantly, his nose bone (or cartilage but I think there is a bone there) got driven back into his brain. When the German fell down, a picture came out of his pocket. It was a picture of him and his two kids. It was at that time he wondered what he got himself into.

James was badly beaten up, his face was cut and it looked like his nose and jaw were broken.

“James, James, can you hear me?” screamed Peter. That is when he heard the tanks. He hoped to God that they were English.
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Peter knew that if the tanks opened fire, it would be over for everyone at the base; German or English. He grabbed James by the arms, called on a fellow soldier to take James' legs, then headed for the underground bunker. On his way he was thinking of what he would tell the families of all the dead soldiers. Since he was General, that was his responsability.

Peter was screaming at the top of his lungs to all his men to retreat. Either no one could hear him, or they couldn't get to him, but he, James and the other soldier, Derek, were the only people out of the hundereds of men battling at the time. It turns out the tanks were German, and just after they arrived a great amount of English bombers heading for Berlin decided to sacrafice thier own men in order to destroy some German tanks.

He walked out of his shelter the next morning. The smoke still fuming, the stench of dead bodies still fresh in the air. James' condition had gotten worse. He had to find treatment for his friend, he just HAD to.

"James, can you open your eyes fully yet?"

Peter was hushed by Derek.

"He's sleeping sir. We need to get him a doctor or the pain will literally kill him."

Peter hadn't got any sleep last night due to the constant sceaming of his bets buddy.

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