~ A Time to Kill ~
Mud and dirt flew up into the hair, some sticking and weighing down the already heavy boots that were tied tight to Charlie's feet. The loud sound of machine gun and rifle fire drowned out all other sounds besides the explosions of artillery shells that continued to pour down over the area.
The blood pumping to his head helped drive him on, ignoring the bullets whizzing by him, the man in front or beside him being cut down, all that mattered was that he get across this barren expanse of land and into the other trench. Once he got there, well, he would have to kill the Germans, then repeat the process.
Quickly the other trench began to come in view. Loading up another round he fired, the bullet driving hard into the skull of the German in front of him. Taking a deep breath he dropped to the ground, right before the slope that lead up-wards and then into the German trench. Rolling over on his back he loaded another round, covered in mud.
“Charlie!” he heard someone whisper. Looking around he saw five other men from his company, and Goose.
“Private, get over here.” The company commander, a man named Williams said, in a low whisper so as to not alert the German’s to their position. Slowly Charlie turned back over and crawled through the mud, hugging the ground to keep out of sight.
“Good to see your alive private.” Williams said, fixing the bayonet on his rifle. Looking over all who was in the group Williams pointed up toward the machine gun nest close by.
“That gun emplacement is holding up the advance on this side of the flank. So far the only company able to make any headway on this side is the Richmond company, and their pinned down in fire fight.”
“So we take out that gun…”
“and we give the rest of the guys a better fighting chance.” Goose finished.
“Right, so follow my lead.” He said, taking out several small makeshift hand grenades, made out of old soda cans, and handing them out to the men. Making a motion with his hand each of the men slowly crawled up to the slope and tossed on small explosives into the trench. Several shouts came out before a series of explosions ripped through the tench.
Scrambling to their feet the men jumped over the levee and into the trench. Driving his bayonet into the chest of one of the fallen Germans, he pulled the bayonet out and smashed the but of the gun against another's head before moving down the line toward the gun nest.