War, Wine and Valour
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If this item isn't available to be reserved nearby, add the item to your basket instead and select 'Deliver to my local shop' at the checkout, to be able to collect it from there at a later date. Machine gun fire and mortars lambasted the turret. With my remaining strength I kept pounding the top of the hatch. Bell had done the unforgivable. His cowardice had caught up with me.
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In fear of his life and of shells dropping on the troop and against the strictest regimental rules he had battened down with me outside on the superstructure unprotected. By then the tanks were reversing out of the ambush and the hatch opened. He withdrew into the turret interior and with my last fragments of consciousness I was able to pull myself into the turret gangway and fall down on to the floor of the tank.
The whole troop was being raked by shell fire which was terrifying enough for our own tank crew, but my sudden appearance, ashen and bloodied, gasping for air through a gaping wound in the chest and a rattling noise stemming from my windpipe scared the living daylights out of them. Added to this was the phenomenon of the rotating turret as the tank began to back out of the ambush and my shocking personification of Armageddon framed on-and-off in the window of the rotating turret grid.
The crew told me later that I lay there with eyes closed speaking incoherently to them. That was not quite my experience.
Lying there, I felt this strange force take me over and still enabled me to see with eyes shut. I was fascinated by the eyes of each of the crew, which were goggling almost out of their sockets at me as the turret rotated. Despite the pain, I felt an overwhelming compassion for them, for their fear of death. Yet never once did I believe I was about to die. Find out how you can use this. These messages were added to this story by site members between June and January It is no longer possible to leave messages here.