A musket shot cracked from the patch of forest, followed by a dozen more that whizzed past without hitting a single man. "Give them a volley and forward with the bayonet, lads!" Jack fired three shots from his pepper-pot toward the drifting musket smoke and then broke into a run.
Should I be scared? Why am I not scared?
Should I be scared? Why am I not scared?With his legs seeming too light for his body and his breath rasping in his chest, Jack covered the thirty yards to the forest in ten seconds that seemed like ten minutes.
"Don"t stop," he shouted as soon as his men were within the outer fringes, "use the bayonet; kill anything in your path."
He advanced slowly, one cautious step after another with the ground soft underfoot and the surroundings a hundred shades of green. There were
