I promise this time a AAR I will update and stick too.
I want you all to bump the thread and punish me when I don't update when I promise!
This time I have it all planned out. So to begin.
Western Front.
The British soldiers lined up their trench. "First wave!" Rang out from the trenches. "First wave, bayonets!".
The clinking sounds of many guns being altered was heard. A moment of silence, with only the far-away ripples of artillery being heard. A shrill, high pitched whistle could be heard and the Brave British soldiers charged over the top towards the enemy, a moving barrage in front of them.
Corporal Harris stuck close to his pals. Walking towards the enemy cutting the barbed wire as he went, machine gun bullets ringing and blowing holes in the dirt around him. It was a short stretch to the German trench, many Germans already were beginning to flee to their support trenches. Harris pointed his weapon forward and with a yell of, "Common lads!" He charged gallantly at the enemy trench. Swiping furiously with his Bayonet, he found it difficult to find any Germans to kill.
Heading through the trench, he saw a German soldier staring deeply into his eyes, a iron cross on his coat and a bayonet primed to kill. Harris faked to go left, and struck a brilliant right. The German fell to the floor, clearly dead.
"Good show Harris!" he heard behind him. A cheering rang out, the trench had been taken.
"We got this one lads!" yelled Harris. He was exhausted, but he kneeled down onto the mud to check the soldier he had killed.
The soldiers name was Adolf Hitler. Harris did not smile, instead he slung up his rifle in preperation for the next attack.
Harris was killed in the next attack, leaving Adolf Hitler dead with him.
I want you all to bump the thread and punish me when I don't update when I promise!
This time I have it all planned out. So to begin.
The British soldiers lined up their trench. "First wave!" Rang out from the trenches. "First wave, bayonets!".
The clinking sounds of many guns being altered was heard. A moment of silence, with only the far-away ripples of artillery being heard. A shrill, high pitched whistle could be heard and the Brave British soldiers charged over the top towards the enemy, a moving barrage in front of them.
Corporal Harris stuck close to his pals. Walking towards the enemy cutting the barbed wire as he went, machine gun bullets ringing and blowing holes in the dirt around him. It was a short stretch to the German trench, many Germans already were beginning to flee to their support trenches. Harris pointed his weapon forward and with a yell of, "Common lads!" He charged gallantly at the enemy trench. Swiping furiously with his Bayonet, he found it difficult to find any Germans to kill.
Heading through the trench, he saw a German soldier staring deeply into his eyes, a iron cross on his coat and a bayonet primed to kill. Harris faked to go left, and struck a brilliant right. The German fell to the floor, clearly dead.
"Good show Harris!" he heard behind him. A cheering rang out, the trench had been taken.
"We got this one lads!" yelled Harris. He was exhausted, but he kneeled down onto the mud to check the soldier he had killed.
The soldiers name was Adolf Hitler. Harris did not smile, instead he slung up his rifle in preperation for the next attack.
Harris was killed in the next attack, leaving Adolf Hitler dead with him.