In The Wars

‘Krauts!’ someone screams and the men are running every which way.
‘Good . . . I mean, damn!’ Murdoch says. As all are in confusion, Murdoch runs straight ahead. He needs to instruct this company in the correct application of the hand grenade. As he runs, he extracts the pin of one with his teeth. Sure enough, up ahead a tank rumbles straight towards him. From the turret, the gun swivels and takes aim.

This satirical story is written in the tradition of B-Grade stories, complete with all the stereotypes, creativity and effects – flaws and all.
The characters are purely fictitious. Any similarities with any person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The story is not meant to offend. If you feel offended, please don’t download it, or delete it from your system.