Nothing is more beautiful than the French countryside, the lush green hills, the beautiful patches of flowers, and the sweet, calming air that tops it all off like a cherry on a sundae. James loved the peacefulness of the country, as he walked slowly down the hills with the rest of his squad. A routine patrol, nothing terribly exciting. James moved around in the grass, not the least bit scared of the enemy coming up. But, that all changed with the blink of an eye. Something exploded to the right of James, and he felt the force of it knock him down.
"Contact! Krauts up on the ridge, open fire!" shouted a voice. A hail of bullets rained down towards the squad, the bullets ricocheting off the dirt in every type of direction.
"MG42!" shouted another soldier, as he took aim with his rifle, but was gunned down with a hail of bullets from the terrifying German machine gun, better known as "Hitler's Buzzsaw". The roar of the machine gun made James feel even more scared as he crouched down in the ground.
"Matthews, flank to the left and take out the 42. Go!" shouted Captain Kelly, firing a burst from his Thompson submachine gun. James stood still, trying to process what his Captain just asked him to do, to not only kill a man, but to do it alone with out any support. James stayed glued to the hill as if he were stuck to it.
"What the hell you waiting for kid? Take out that machine gun!" shouted another man.
"Tiger! Coming up on the right flank!" shouted another man. The tank fired a round, and it tore the soldier to shreds, body parts flying every other way. James covered his head as the dirt rained down from the impact of the shell.
"For fucks sake Matthews, take out that 4-" shouted Kelly, but a bullet went straight through his head, and his body collapsed to the ground. A small puddle of blood encircled his head as his face showed an emotionless expression. James was now in pure shock and awe. He didn't dare move, and all of a sudden, the firing stopped and footsteps began to get closer and closer to his position. James took three deep breathes and peaked his head over the ridge line, only to be greeted with a smack of metal to his face from a German.
"Hande hoch amerikanisch!" shouted the German, pointing an MP40 submachine gun up against his face. Soon, James was encircled around several Nazis pointing their guns at his face.
"Was haben wir bekommen?" said a Nazi, walking up to the squad of men.
"Ameikanisch scharfschutzen sir," said another German.
"Was sind ihre auftrage sir?" The German officer was silent for a moment, and spoke up once more.
"Erzahlen ersten Zug nach oben, werden wir die amerikanische linie morgen zerschlagen," he spoke up.
"Ja, sir" said the squad leader and the rest of the soldiers lowered their weapons and walked back to their position.
"Was ist mit ihm?" said a soldier, nodding his head in James' direction. The nazi officer looked down at James and snickered.
"Kill him," said the officer, in plain blatant english. James' eyes widened as he still laid down frozen in place. The officer walked back with his troops and the one soldier aimed his rifle at James' head.
"No, please, don't," begged James to the nazi. But, it was clear he was intent on following orders. He aimed the rifle and pulled the trigger.