After waiting for thirty seconds the soldier took a longer look. First towards the German lines and then back towards their own.
“Psst,” Murphy uttered while making a downward hand signal to remind the Lance Corporal that he was risking his head.
Roy dropped to his knees and worked his way back. He had a wide grin on his face, which could only mean that God almighty granted them a bit of luck. Keep calm, you’re not out of their mess yet.
“A fog rolled in,” Roy said. “The Huns can’t see us.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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