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December 2nd, 1944 - Belgium Forest 'The Battle of the Bulge '

I awoke to the deafening sound of gun fire in the distance, "Just another day," I said, I looked around to watch if anyone was there. "Mornin ' sunshine" said the Sergeant, "You 're on watch duty today, hope you don 't plan on going anywhere," He joked. I watched as the Sergeant began to wake the rest of the company. I quickly hurried, trying to find my gear, I grabbed my gun and rushed out of the fox hole. "Hey Sarge," I said, "wheres the watch tower you found yesterday?" "about 500 feet to the west" said Sarge. WHOOOOOPCCCHHH!!! "GET DOWN" shouted the Sarge. I sprinted to my fox hole and torpedoed in, I gazed into the blinding destruction they call war. I closed my eyes …show more content…

"Was werden wir tun mit ihm?" someone said "Ich bin nicht sicher, der Oberst" another voice said. I looked around and I was in a small dark room, it had the smell of blood in the air. "The American is awake," I looked up and saw a very tall, stern, scruffy man. He had the look of death in his eyes. Just the sight of him made my stomach turn. "You are now a prisoner of war" He barked. My eyes lay blank with confusion, "Where am I?" I said with confusion, "Somewhere you really don 't want to be." My stomach was in nots now, my head was very dizzy and filled with questions. "Get up!" he said. I got up and my hands were tied together, the man directed me to a chair by a large tree. I sat down and he began to ask me questions. "Where is the rest of your group?" he asked "I will never tell you" I said. "Well" he sighed "We will figure out some time" "Now get some sleep" He yelled. I layed my head down on the cold dark ground as the rest of the Germans layed down for bed. I lifted my head up and realized there was a soldier guarding me, he had his gun pointed at me but he was hunched over sleeping. I slowly got up and looked around everyone was sleeping I began walking as slow as a turtle. "The prisoner is escaping!" a soldier yelled. I then began running for my life, I got to a wide open field and ran to the tree line on the right. There was a big pile of brush in the tree line, I ran to it and hid in it. I watched as the Germans walked by and then they realized they lost me. Their commander yelled something in german and they walked back to

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