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?