Back to the Front

May 20th 1942

There's Machine gun fire all around me. I watch everywhere as my fellow comrades are being shot all around me. In my head there was a clock ticking in my head. I was wondering if I am going to die. And if so I just want the clock to stop ticking. Frantic tick tick tick tick. That was what was ringing in my head. For sure I thought I was going to die. And then I got hit by a bullet. I said my last words and knew that my fate was death or merciful. I played dead as enemy troops walked past me. Mud hitting my face with every step the enemy took. Right when I though I was gonna die American Bombers cam and cleared the place. More dirt and mud splattered on my face. I'm dead I thought but then a Corpsman came an helped me out of the ground. I was patched up and was givin an M1919 A4 Browning Machine Gun. I was then told we gonna raid a town called Tumorinica. And then our Truck left. During the ride there I was asked by a recruit what's it like to head back to the front? I simply told him barking of gunfire will mean nothing to you by the time your done with 5 battles at least if you live.