Man at War – Excerpt No. 25

He chanced looking back for a fraction of a second and spotted the Captain standing in the trench as though he had no care in the world. The man exuded confidence which in turn lent Murphy enough courage to push through the lines.

The first rounds must have been smoke or chlorine because there was little sound. That changed after the third volley which made the ground tremble as the earth itself shattered.

“Well make it!” Murphy said.Even as his eyes locked on the familiar round helmets with a straight all around lip, he could picture that smiling Captain. Perhaps there was a greater power looking out for us tonight…

a cinematic photograph of two British soldiers wearing Brodie helmets and traditional Scottish kilts, their faces set in determined expressions, with one soldier having a strong jawline and pale skin, the other with a few days' stubble and a scattering of freckles, running rapidly back towards the allied lines, their kilts ruffling in the wind, amidst a backdrop of thick fog rolling in, with artillery blasts illuminating the dark sky, and the full moon hanging high above, casting an eerie glow, with the camera capturing the intensity of the moment, the photography style emphasizing dramatic lighting and atmospheric effects.

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