Jenkins grabbed what spare ammunition he could beg, borrow, or steal before Sergeant McCabe ordered the platoon to the hole in the wall. He passed bullets around to his platoon mates who were running low as they waited for Major Wellesley.
The major ordered them to enter. Fanning out, the platoon stepped into another world. A sharp, cold breeze cut through Jenkins, sending a welcome shiver through his body. While searching for any signs of a hidden enemy, he marvelled at the huge, ancient trees that reached towards the artificial sky above. Twigs crunched beneath his worn boots, and woodland creatures scarpered away.
The platoon moved as quietly as they could, wary of an unexpected ambush. When they approached the MEF positions, Sergeant McCabe stopped them. Ducking low, he crept ahead t
