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Take me to your leader.
We are part of a small scouting party.
We make our way across the Southern quarter suddenly we spot movement in
the enemy camp. There are about eight hundred of them. We keep our heads
down. Our orders are to make contact and speak with the officer in charge, we need to get his signature. Without getting shot in the process.
Orders are given to raise the white flag. We stand up arms above are heads, in
surrender and move forward. We are spotted by the enemy. There is a moment's hesitation, then the enemy lower their weapons. It' s going to be alright. I hear a  strong voice say " take me to your leader" its Captain Rogers speaking. We are told to stand at ease, all we can do is wait for his return.


Its like time has stood still waiting for the Captains return, I can feel sweat running down my neck into my shirt. The other lads are getting edgy I can see their eyes darting about the camp. Suddenly I see the top of the Captains head coming out of one of the tents. He is holding a document in his hand, just  as he reaches to put the document in his satchel, there is an almighty explosion.

The air is filled with gun powder smoke, I see grey, panic fills the hour. It is so disorientating I can-not get my bearings. I get down on my hands and knees to try and find some clearer air. What I see is utter carnage, slaughter,
of human beings in battle.



Caren Krutsinger 07/08/2018

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