Story competition.

(Gunfire) (panting) I rush for cover as bullets whiz past my body. I leap into a trench but it seems someone else had the same idea and they're not friendly, we shoulder our guns and with a pull of the trigger (click) damn no ammo, the German laughs then fires but it seems he’s out of ammo too. We throw down our guns and run at each other like bulls from the gate, SMACK my fist hits the Nazi straight it the jaw. Each hit I take and dish out reminds me more and more of my time as a boxer. I was a champion swimmer and boxer in my youth and the only real challenge i ever had in boxing was a boxing tournament on the boat from my home in New Zealand across the atlantic to get to England.

I had him on the ropes in the first five rounds but he took a cheap shot in the seventh round but that was just a fluke so this trigger-happy nazi is not a challenge. SMACK WHAM I bat him around the a cat plays with yarn, I strike his chest and he spirals into the side of the trench I give him a chance to get his feet under him. He staggers up and attempts to run at me but I step to the side and he collapses unconscious.

That feels like a a year ago now but it has only been 23 days but i'm still not sure, the days are melding together. The scorching hot egyptian dessert is making my gun almost too hot to handle, We used tanks to patrol or base’s border but I was sitting on the side. In the distance I see moving black shapes and told the sergeant major his name is Walter Jones, he said that we should go over and take a look. When we get closer I notice that those are tanks and when i look closer i notice that the’re Italian tanks, we fire a warning shot which is a shot that is meant to get close but not hit the enemy. When they see the shot the immediately surrender, Walter go’s over to meet the commanding officer and accept the surrender

To Be continued...