*This is hell* Will thought as he bolted his enfield and checked his clip 6 bullets left he noted. Already there was a small pile of casings on the ground to his left and he rolled one between his fore-finger and thumb as he puffed a cigarette. He had shaken uncontrollably when the shooting began but after a few minutes of cowering in the dirt lifted his rifle and began to fire back hitting one grey clad soldier just as he hit the ground, it was exhilarating. The combat did not last long and he soon heard the voice of his NCO telling them to dig in. He replied with an "Aye sir" in his thick Scott accent.

(I know short post but I'll post again later just figured id get atleast something up now)