The deafening wail of air-raid sirens shattered the silence of the London night. Civilians scrambled for the underground shelters as the first German bombers appeared on the horizon, their shadows blotting out the moonlight.
Corporal James Carter adjusted his helmet, gripping his rifle tightly. His unit had been deployed to the frontlines in France just days before the blitz began. The weight of duty pressed heavy on his shoulders, but there was no time for doubt.
"Incoming!" someone shouted. The earth trembled as explosions lit up the night, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. The war had reached a fever pitch, and survival was no longer guaranteed—it was earned with every second of endurance.