The Convoy By Cillian

The convoy was here.

“Oh no,” said John

“Be quiet!” I said.

We were on the run from the Germans. It was World War 2, John and I were from the British Airborne Division. But the truck seemed to be going backwards. We were all confused.

“We had to retreat,” I said wrote to my wife.

The Germans had broken a combat rule forbidding gas weapons. They had gassed No Mans Land and our trench using Lufftwaffe planes. Then we retreated back to our camp, what would happen next?