Birdsong; William heard the flock's signal, the dreaded moment had arrived. No-Man's-Land was preparing itself for casualties. For now the English frontline was his friend. An echoing whistle, time to go over the top. Nowhere was safe. He sensed something dark moving in the shadows, waiting, even the birds had fallen silent. No time to think. Memories from childhood, his mother's soothing voice. 'Kleiner junge,' she used to whisper gently when he was hurt or afraid. Hastily clambering over the collapsing trench walls, he was thankful that his fellow soldiers didn't suspect that 'William' was really 'Wilheim'
by Niall Eland (Winner) (10)
North Lakes School - Cumbria
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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