Scream for Victory, Artillery Strike
#2 of War Heroes
The next chapter of War Heroes. Hope you enjoy. Shadow out.
And if you're waiting for America, you'll have to wait till 1917. Anyways, Shadow out.
1915, France, No Man's Land
"Okay lads, Jerry isn't our friend anymore and wants to throw sticks at us. Well, if they want to toss sticks, they obviously don't understand that we have stones. So let's open fire on them."
And here we are, trading fire with the huns. Dirt popped around us as we received fire and returned fire. Our gunner opened fire with good ole Vick. Well, as the spray of our machine gun popped dirt around them, they simply fired their gun back, popping our dirt.
I heard a scream and one of our lads went down, having been hit in the chest. Two of our battle doctors (mostly the guys who had more training with being a doctor due to the medic or surgeons being occupied with something else) were telling him everything was going to be alright.
We all knew he would never see his family again. But we couldn't let that dampen the mood. We had to keep fighting, for Britain. For Britain...
"For king and country," I shout, to which the whole trench was shouting it, becoming more ferocious in our firing. The Jerries started yelling something too. I didn't find out till after the war that they had shouted, "Someone put a cork on Tommy." They wanted us to shut up... but we shouted that everyday... and we will continue to shout until a new invention came and changed the war.
Until then, Jerry would just have to listen to Tommy shouting for victory.
Eastern Front, Russian offensive, German defensive, 1915
"The Russians are charging again. Open fire!"
We were tired of these damn barbarians charging us, dragging us into their sick brawls. Instead of brawling with them, our Lieutenant just told us to fire at them, trying to push them back as much as possible.
Well, when silence came as the Russians pulled back, command probably felt sorry for us. So, it was probably either night or morning... but two horses arrived. Well, the riders on top saluted our Lieutenant before stopping. And what they brought us made us smile. Two lovely artillery guns.
Sure some army groups had ten of those, but we were sent with none... and we've been getting assaulted by the barbarians. And, fortunately, two trucks soon arrived. Both had infantry, but one had some lovely machine guns. Maybe then we could get the Russians to stop charging us. Silence was a blessing and a curse out here, but now that we were so fortunate, we would pound these thugs into the dirt.
We will crush them, all of them. So, it took a couple of hours, but when we finally set up our artillery guns, and learned how to use the guns, we fired upon them, simply firing in the distance. We were walking them, shooting up a path that may or may not have Russian infantry. Hopefully we hit them hard... and in the distance, we could hear our shells making impact.
Perhaps this was a successful artillery strike, perhaps not. At least we shut up the Barbarians.