Adplf collapsed, his legs burning his lungs heaving as he gasped for air. When he saw the line brake he knew it was lost so he ran with the other huffing and puffing away form the Holtish not daring to look back. When he realized the bullets had stopped wizzing he finaly glanced over his shoulder. Relief poured over him when he saw nothing but fellow Augstbergen.

Today had been his first day of combat since he volunteered, that was two weeks ago. He had never imagined combat to be such a horrendous everthing from the sounds and smells. In his mind combat was to be a glorious and honorable thing where you fight for what you believe in. Now he knows how disgusting it really is, images of blood, gore, and corpses flashing through his mind.

Now he lie in the underbrush in a woodline with a few of his compatriots scatterd about him. He reloaded his K31 and took a swig from his cantine. Then after a moment of rest he crawled into a position behing a large oak tree resting his rifle among its roots. He focused his attention on the way he had come from, the way his enemies would be coming from, he lie there waiting..