My names dave, or david if you want to be polite about it, its always nice to be polite and dont get me wrong im a bit of an arse when i want to be, i cant remember every little detail but sod it,

here i go.

November 1st 1944 - 10:15am

Gunshots and then bullets wipping past the heads of 5 from the 44th division the very men running for there life weaving in and out of husks of fallen building cut in half trees that looked like they had been pushed over by a giant, the faint smell of wet dust, sweat and burnt wood filling there noses,

They are running from what could be described as a cloud of evil following them wile barking at them relentlessly, "HOW MUCH BLOODY LONGER SARGE" shouted The 1st private under heavy breathing with running sick at the back of his throat ready to bring up at a moment's notice,

"2 miles Shut it and run" shouted serge while looking backwards at the shitstorm following them.

Suddenly the road opened up in front of the men like a whale swallowing an entire shoal of krill,

"SHIT SHIT SHIT" from the 2nd private - "Crap what now sarge" in a notable nervous tone, The sergeant looked around for a port in the storm to escape the oncoming storm.

"Over there Move or die" They ran into the opening of a bridge that's seen its fair share or fun, cobblestones had peeled in places looking like dragon scales with the wall on the left side had fallen into the river, the thunder went silent "there backing off" saying it in glee that was quickly dismissed by further gunshots and lead wasps heading in there general direction "RUNNN" the 5 went into double time over the bridge through an arch that had posh gates in the entrance, you know the kind big iron bars and some posh latin slogan in an arch over the gates that were hanging on by a thread next to Big tall walls kind of like what you see in prison films, (Posh bastards)

the five enterd the compound and were greeted by a statly mansion that had seen better days, the front door had been replaced with ashell hole, what a mess the garden was in, it had holes all over it like a millatent mole had a vendetta against the gardener, "holy shit look at that lads" shouted the 3rd private, there it was an unexploded 25lb bomb, god knows why it dident go off and quite francly the five dident want to know why as it stood there all ornimental and menacingly

The 5 reached the main doors over a driveway that felt like a mile long, it was now quiet with the rumble of cannons off in the distance like a thunder storm "were safe for now we need to search this place lads get to it" you could hear a orchestrial moan as the guys picking themselves up off the floor, harrys veins pulsating on his forhead coverd in sweat "stash youre kit here" sarge said with releaf "we need to search and secure if were going to hold up here"

"Harry, Bill up that tower and keep watch report any sign of jerry" the sarge orderd, the tower stood on the far corner of the building with the point at the top ripped off and poison ivy drapped over and in parts hanging off, they both nodded and started to climb "you two with me - search the house"