Lest We Forget - Chapter 4

When the dust settled once again, we ran up to the top of the hill. I frantically opened my pack and flung the tiny flare gun out of my pocket. Raising it into the air straight above my head, I let out a yell and shot it up into the air. It soared above us for hundreds of feet before exploding like a firework.

“Private Roger, check that spitfire out.”

The spitfire that had previously slammed into our hill had the entire front side in the sand, its tail sticking up into the air like a gravestone.

The private dug the sand around the cockpit away, and slid the glass back.

Meanwhile, the flare let out trickles of red smoke in the sky before disappearing into the air. The Flying Fortress in the distance banked left and headed back to the town, hopefully because they saw the flare. The B17 aimed toward an area of sand that stretched out for a half mile, most likely the abandoned town’s former airstrip. It descended and pulled down its gears before touching down. Two Spitfires landed with it as well, while the rest circled the sky above. A figure came out of the B17 carrying a rifle.

I turned to my men and ordered them to stay there. Roger was still pulling a body out of the Spitfire’s cockpit. Running down the hill, clouds of sand spuring from my heels, I approached the man. The figure coming out of the B17 saw me and raised his weapon at my head, so I held up my hands.

“Why did you signal a flare?” The officer asked me, my hands still raised.

“Im a Captain in the Australian New Zealand Army Corps.”

The officer looked at me sternly. “You didn’t answer my question, son.”

“We were separated from the rest of the Platoon by an air raid, and the Germans followed us through Tobruk and the desert. We made it to this town and got out just before you…”

I gestured to the bomber behind the man.

“.... blew it to dust.”

“I see..”

He was still skeptical, but lowered his rifle after I told him our story so far.

After looking back at my squad and gesturing them over, the officer told me about their mission to locate the Afrika Korps and bomb them. The very ones that were chasing us.

“Well I reckon I can thank you for that mate.”

He looked at me again as my squad walked up behind me.

“Yah, sure.”

Roger had a body, wearing a flight cap and goggles, on his back.

“Follow me, we’ll make room for you.”

FINALLY CHAPTER 4

HOPE YOU LIKE IT I GUESS, adios.