Drone of the Bombers [Ben]

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Logan strolled down the London street, his polished boots clacking on the pavement. The sun was orange and low in the sky, showing that it was almost sundown. The barracks was several blocks away, and Logan doubted he would make it there before sundown. The Scotsman picked up his pace, pushing past the civilians crowding the streets. They all looked worried and nervous, but Logan didn't blame them. It must be hard to live everyday with the fear of being bombed, being herded into the subway like animals. Must be bad, Logan thought.

Then a distant buzz sounded, invading Logan's thoughts with it's harsh, annoying sound. The people around Logan shouted and screamed, and men in uniform started to herd them into the subways. "Into the subway! Quickly!" One of the men yelled, grouping Logan and several civilians down a subway shaft. The people were clumped together, and Logan practicly tripped down the staircase leading to the tunnel. It was dark down there, the only light came from the small lanterns carried by some of the men. Logan was huddled onto one of the long, wooden benches. He was huddled against the many other people, shiviring in the cold of the tunnel. Logan could only hope that he could talk to someone he knew.

OOC: Sorry, crap post

[Ben Shirley]

The London Blitz. That is what everyone called it. That is what everyone pictures hell as. The London Blitz. Ben walked down the smooth city streets, with his hands inside his warm coat. Ben saw the worried crowds and a familiar face as he walked down the streets, picking up his pace and and realized that he won't be able to make it to the barracks before night comes. BUZZ!, Oh god! the bombers! Ben thought. He rushed toward a man in a blue uniform screaming, "hurry hurry! get down in the subway! Ben entered the crowd, he got pushed and shoved as he tried to get inside the subways and find warmth.

Once Ben and everyone else was in the subways, Ben looked for a suitable place to sleep. After he looked for awhile, he saw a vacant space near a familiar Scotsman. When Ben got looked at the Scotsman for a good while, he finally recognized the man and then said, "Hey Logan how you doing on this bloody night?!

[logancastle]

Logan was beggining to get irratated. Very irratated. People whispered and cried all around the Scotsman, muttering amongst themselves hurriedly. Then a familier voice. "Hey Logan how you doing on this bloody night?!" Logan thought a moment about who that voice belonged too. And then he had it! Ben Shirley!"Ben! Ah thooght Ah saw th' lest ay ye back at 'at pub!" Logan yelled, hopping up to shake Ben's hand. Grabbing it firmly, Logan shook it hard, not knowing his own strength. "Hoo hae ye bin, Ben? Got onie new shots wi' yer snipin' skills?" Logan asked.

"Wa dornt ye hae a seat? " Logan said, gesturing toword the cold wooden bench. "Ah hae puckle smokes, if ye want a one." Logan said, reaching in his green wool coat, finding the leather ciggerette case. He offered one to Ben and started to smoke one himself. The pound of bombs was getting louder, the Luftwaffe was probably right on top of them. "Damned krauts, bombin' th' heel it ay us..." Logan muttered, puffing smoke out of his mouth. He would of rather been on the front than sitting in the dark, stinking, cold subway. The blitz was bad, and now Logan had experienced it. Terrible, bitter, annoying, sour. They were all words to describe it. Terrible.

[Ben Shirley]

You have every right to be a little bit irritated! Damn Germans and there London blitz. Just hope they don't hit a weak spot.... BOOM! BOOM! there was hell everywhere and the screams of the unaware people on the upper level just made it grueling to hear. The screams of the children were the worst of the screams. Plus, the bombing just made it even more annoying. All that falling debris, it was complete torture for everyone.

CRACK! Ben just had one thought when he heard that air shattering sound..... "Cave in!" Everyone! Get away from there! its going to fall! quickly, Ben ran down the subway and went to help everyone get out safely. Before Ben got there in time, a little piece of the ceiling came crashing down almost killing a little boy if Ben hadn't grabbed him and do a head-first jump toward the ground. CRACK! another crash to the left of Ben came crashing down on a poor man's leg. Ben rushed to help the man but couldn't lift the human sized boulder without Logan's help. LOGAN! GET OVER HERE NOW!

[logancastle]

"You have every right to be a little bit irritated! Damn Germans and there London blitz. Just hope they don't hit a weak spot...." Ben's sentence was cut off by the dull thud of bombs blasting onto unsuspecting London. The Third Reich's Luftwaffe pounded down on the poor city of London day after day, night after night, dropping bombs and breadbaskets, destroying people's homes, buisnesses, and even schools. Poor people. Poor, poor people... Logan just hoped England, America, and the U.S.S.R. would destroy Germany's cities, just like Germany did to London.

Suddenly, a huge crash echoed out. Cement and plaster crashed down around Logan, kicking up a heavy white dust. Screams of terror and pain invaded Logan's ears, and the people rushed for cover. Ben ran one way, and Logan ran the other. Logan spotted one fellow cowering under some pipes. Logan ran and grabbed him, right before one of the pipes broke, spraying scalding hot steam all over where the man was cowering. "LOGAN! GET OVER HERE NOW!" Ben shouted from far away. Logan ran over and saw Ben trying to move a huge chunk of cement from a poop man's leg. Logan grabbed on, pulled, and the rock started to move.