My hell hole, a solitary candle lit it’s straight jacket dimensions, every time the earth trembled I wondered if it would become my coffin. I picked my team, ex-game keepers and Fred.
We had found nothing. I was about to tell Fred to take out the enemy observer, when I felt the earth lift. Naked and thrown like a leaf, I was caressed by waves of pressure.
I have no idea how long I lay unconscious, or who removed me from the crater, or of my stay in a field hospital. Till the electric shock hit my brain. I survived ? …
In memory of Fred and so many others who saw action in the Great War.