Fiction: Wolfheze
The day started well for us, moving into the outskirts of a small village called Wolfheze. Our party of Reconnaissance and Royal Engineers were to scout an area for further troop and supply drops…
Read MoreThe day started well for us, moving into the outskirts of a small village called Wolfheze. Our party of Reconnaissance and Royal Engineers were to scout an area for further troop and supply drops…
Read MoreAfter exiting the C-47 at 600 feet, 15 seconds of drop till a soft landing in a freshly ploughed field brought home the fact I was in enemy territory…
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