"Bastards!" Ajax screamed. It echoed down the length of the whole bunker. A few soldiers looked. The officer, who's name was unknown, but everyone called him the officer, ran down the hall to see what was going on.
"Sir, they got him, they got everyone there!" Ajax screamed again.
"I know, I know, trust me Ajax, you aren't the only one. I too have suffered tragedy because of the War" the officer began.
"When Greece entered the War, my brother enlisted. I had just came to the Army. He fought in Serbia. He was killed when the Austrians took him prisoner. Ever since I can't think of him. The pain of losing someone is almost unbearable." the officer paused as a soldier gave him a telegram.
"Alright" the officer began, "We are moving back to the front. We are pushing into Serbia, gentlemen. We will redevous with the French at Skra-di-Legen.
Ajax got prepared immediately. He got onto the convoy. Tey were going to pay for what they had done, the Austrians. They rolled on toward Skra-di-Legen.
Skra-di-Legen
The officer jumped off to meet the French commander.
The officer started speaking French, he was educated well, Ajax thought.
The officer came back.
"Men, we are being folded into the French Macedonian Unit. From there we will hit through the Bulgarian lines, circling around the Austrians and liberate Belgrade."
Ugh, it was going to be a tough war.
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