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The vibrations from the heavily armoured Humvee sent jarring pain shooting up and down my spine as the column lumbered across the uneven Welsh countryside.

Far off in the distance the sound of explosions and the rattle of machine gun fire told us everything we needed to know.

I looked across at my comrades and their grim faces mirrored the unease I myself felt stirring in the depths of my stomach. Within the hour I could very well be dead and my blood could be seeping into the soil as my comrades battled valiantly against the invaders.

“Cheer up chaps,” I tried to sound upbeat, I guess it comes with the stripes, but I think they all knew I was bricking it just as much as they were. Hell, some of those guys were seasoned veterans who had seen action on every continent and had killed more enemies than I could count. This was my first major action and I was damned sure wishing I was anywhere else right then. I pictured myself back in my garden with the kids laughing and playing and my pouring me a nice cold beer as I lit up the BBQ.

I couldn’t enjoy the memory for long though as the Humvee screeched to a stop and we all disembarked into a total and utter **** storm.

The explosions were far louder here, they were only a few hundred meters away, just beyond the line of trees that marked the clearing.

“Sergeant Moody!”

“Yes Sir.” It was Colonel FragUK, my commanding officer.

“Take your squad down the left flag Sergeant and reinforce Captain Deepfryedmarsbar’s men. They’re under heavy artillery fire and are struggling to move. Provide whatever support he needs. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Artillery fire? Are you kidding me? I’m going to be dead before I’ve even fired my bloody rifle.

I barely made it through the first line of trees before the first artillery shell peppered me and my men with pine needles and dirt. I remember stumbling, I would have fallen if Private Laanemee hadn’t caught me and pulled me swiftly to my feet.

Lot of good it did us as the next shell exploded just feet from us, sending us crashing into the trees. My head swam with blackness as I crumpled onto the floor.

Drifting shapes swam past my vision as the sounds of battle grew dimmer and dimmer.

My name is Sergeant Henry Hank Moody and this is my story.