Our Journeys

Orders came down to set elevation and direction. Within minutes the order to fire was given. And then again. And a third time. The loud reports were followed by metallic banging as spent shells were ejected, and bounced around. Jean tossed the empty shell-casings back toward the tree line. Pierre checked and adjusted their distance and direction settings. Jean lifted a live round from the ammunition box and looked around for another order to load and fire. The order came quickly, but Jean never heard it. He heard only a deafening roar, then silence.