Beyond the trees the light shone. If they could just make it through the darkness of the forest they would survive.
He rallied his men, ‘One last effort, push through!’
Bullets flew, splinters of wood stung, shells exploded, dirt and debris sprayed around them.
Gradually they made the advance up the slope. Higgins fell, Young had disappeared, but around him the bloodied uniforms of his unit clustered.
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