The Death Run

It was World War ll. Deep in a thick forest somewhere in southern Germany, an American soldier named Jeff was in a forest with his division. The struggling young man enlisted because he was pretty poor and couldn't afford to go to college. Jeff also heard from the radio, the horrible and inhuman acts of the Nazis. Soon he decided he couldn't just sit there and watch as innocent Jewish people were being ruthlessly slaughtered.

A few weeks later, he was told he was going to be sent to a forest in southern Germany. If they could occupy this area, they could make an encirclement movement such as Hitler was doing on the Eastern Front in Russia. Once he arrived in Germany, he was immediately set to work, building makeshift tents, doing training, and taking people for sprints in the morning. Then the day finally came. This was the day they spotted German troops on a hillside during the morning sprints. Long story short, they fought a perilous fight, for around an hour. With a huge struggle, they won!!! The soldiers celebrated for hours and later buried their dead.

One day, Jeff woke up early in the morning, and went to the bathroom behind a big tree around fifty meters from the campsite. Then, a few minutes later, he went back to the campsite where he found that his whole division had all left him. He felt horrible that his friends just left him alone and walked away. A few moments later, he realized why they had left so early in the morning. In the cool dark gray mist, Jeff managed to make out a group of about twenty Nazis coming his way and they had more ammunition, weapons, and men than his division had. 

 At this point he was running for his life as the Germans pursued him with immense speed. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down his nose. Around him, the only things he saw, was a blur of huge trees and bushes flying past him. Eventually, when he was out of breath, Jeff decided to hide in a rotten log he found nearby. 

Around two minutes later the Germans caught up with him and stopped to look for Jeff. Jeff held his breath and didn't move a muscle for what seemed like an hour. Then out of nowhere, he saw someone looking through the log right at him. In a split second, Jeff took out his revolver and cocked it back and shot him multiple times. As the unfortunate soldier’s body dropped, Jeff sprung out of the log with speed similar to a cheetah and ran through the magnificent forest once again- but Jeff had no time to admire the beautiful evergreen forests of Germany, he had to run in a zig-zag pattern to avoid being shot. He continued like this for quite a long time. Much to Jeff’s surprise, he saw another group of people in the distance. At this point Jeff was stuck in the middle of two divisions with guns and thought that both divisions were Nazis. He had no choice but to keep running to what he believed was certain death. Once he arrived, he was feeling extremely relieved. Jeff dove right in to the newly fortified area. He greeted the people who were in the same division as him. This was the best and happiest moment of his life. Soon this feeling was long gone. Jeff explained what happened to his soldiers and told them that a large group of Nazis were coming their way. His fellow comrades gave him a helmet, a weapon, and some ammunition as they went over the battle plan.

Now that they went over the battle plan, it was time for the outnumbered Americans to face the strong, well fed German forces. The Americans took the first shot at the Germans. The American forces let out five soldiers to shoot directly at the enemy forces. Even though the Americans were outnumbered, they had an ingenious plan. Little did the Germans know, they were only fighting the decoy, and all of them were exhausted from the immense running while the Americans had time to rest, and only one of the Americans were tired. Another reason the Germans were exhausted, was because they had to carry the heavy guns and ammunition while Jeff only had a small, light revolver. Then to the Germans’ surprise, they saw the rest of Americans flank them from the right. Jeff was shivering with excitement as he jumped into battle. The fight lasted another twenty minutes of pain and lots of death. Nearing the end of the fight, the exhausted Jeff charged the enemy. He shot two men, one in the stomach and one in the head. Then he got shot in the right shoulder. Not long after, Jeff passed out after seeing the blood and feeling the piercing pain.

He woke up and saw that he was surrounded by his fellow comrades who were smiling and dancing in pure happiness. One of his friends saw that he woke up, and whispered in Jeff’s ear, “You got shot in the shoulder a few hours ago.”

Instantly, Jeff remembered the scene and felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder He also noticed that his shoulder had been wrapped with a big, bulgy clump of cloth. Another one of Jeff’s friends also shouted in the crowded area,“We won!”  

With great excitement, Jeff leapt out of the bed he was lying in, to join the frivolous celebrations. There were people dancing to the radio, hugging each other, and cheering. Jeff even saw a man screaming at the top of his lungs, “We won! We did it!”

The next day, Jeff woke up with quite a fright. One of the men in his division, poured icy cold water on his back as a prank. Jeff screamed and was obviously very confused. The man said, “A medical boat has arrived after they heard what happened.”

Jeff methodically got up from the once warm, dry bed and changed out of his pajamas and into his uniform while grumbling. Then he exited the new campsite, decided to take a little walk. After all, this was the last time he was going to be in Germany. He took in everything; the birds chirping in the magnificent evergreen trees, the sun hitting the beautiful golden meadows, and a glistening stream trickling through the still gray forest. As he made his way back to the new campsite, he thought about how lucky he was. He was lucky he didn't die when bravely facing the Nazis. He also thought about how lucky he was to get away with only one bullet hitting him in a non fatal area, when he could have died like some of his friends did, when facing the Nazis head on. All in all, he thought, we occupied the area, and we have the chance to make one of the biggest encircling movements of all time. What Jeff, and the other brave soldiers did that day, paved the way for the downfall of the Nazis with Adolf Hitler at its center.

 Once he arrived back at camp, the medical boat that was going to take Jeff back home, was waiting. He had tears of pure happiness dripping down his face. Jeff was also sad that he would not be able to fight for his country anymore. Then it hit him; he could continue to fight with his division once he got better. So with a happy heart, he waved goodbye to his friends who fought with him in battle as they cheered for his bravery. As his comrades became smaller, he declared that this was the most memorable moment of his life.