The rattle of machine gun fire was incessant, punctuated by loud explosions.
Thompson threw himself into a crater, sinking into the mud.
A moment later someone landed next to him.
‘This is madness,’ Thompson shouted. ‘It’s mass murder.’
‘We’re trying to kill them as well, lance corporal.’
Thompson glanced to his left. ‘Yes, sir,’ he yelled.
Trust his luck to be sharing a hole with Captain Hughes.
‘We need to advance!’
Neither of them moved.
‘Come-on then.’ The captain rose and crested the crater rim.
A moment later he fell back, half his face missing.
‘Madness,’ Thompson muttered.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.