Bloody Bush

Mahoney lay against the bottom of a hedgerow trying to smoke his cigar. He'd ordered a break because his men were exhausted by the tough fighting, but he didn't feel relaxed lying still. He knew he was giving the German enemy a chance to pull themselves together and figure out a plan. They might even decide to launch an attack, and Mahoney didn't think his men could take it.

German bullets flew over his head. Bodies littered the ground everywhere. God, he wanted to go home.

"We can't go on like this," Lieutenant Andrews said, gasping for breath.

Mahoney tried to calm him down, but he was too worked up. "Everything'll be all right. You'll see."

"Is the Captain sending us reinforcements?"

Mahoney didn't have time to respond—a German tank suddenly opened fire in their direction. The two of them scrambled through the mud to the other side of the hedgerow. They could hear the growling snarling engine mixed with the thump of their own heartbeats. It was just a matter of time...