The Sniper

Behind the burnt trees the ochre dawn was planning its strategy for the day. All armies were massing; it would be a good day for a battle I thought as I filled my musket.

My first cloudy shot killed a passing sniper who like me had awoken an hour earlier. Unlike me he would sleep again.

 

A Horse Carried by Newts

Nearby a beautiful horse which had already been poleaxed was taken by shot. It fell heavily into the cloying mud. A number of newts carried the beast to safety but it was already dead.

 

Damaged Hearing

My hearing had been damaged and I had gained an ear infection during my early skirmishes. The relief truck was nearby, under moderate fire. I retired for Morning Coffee.

To the left of me a fusilier took a random shot at the rising sun and was cut to pieces by crossfire.

 

Garage Morgan

Looked after all the trucks on the battlefield. Yesterday at about three in the afternoon he was hit by a shell. I suppose you could say that his business has expanded.

 

The Water Thief

I spent most of yesterday morning engaged in hand to hand combat. When time allowed I read your letter which I had received the night before. Sadly though the Holy Water you sent to me was stolen by a dying tree as I lay wounded.