Chapter Thirteen – Unlucky for Some
As soon as they arrived at the front, the sergeant set them to work constructing new tunnels. They had only just sunk the shafts and had barely started the galleries when they heard enemy mining activity.
The lieutenant arrived and listened.
“They are a few yards behind our front line,” he concluded. “About 30 feet below it.”
The lieutenant gave orders to clear the trench and lay a large charge.
“There’s no problem destroying an unoccupied stretch of our own trench,” the lieutenant explained. “If it means wrecking hostile galleries and delaying the enemy.”
When they fired the charge, it left an immense crater where the trench had been and destroyed the enemy tunnels at the same time.
“Post!” the sergeant handed Albert a letter during a respite beh
