The Maxim Maschinengewehr 08 was a terrifying weapon. In addition to its deadly rapid fire of five hundred rounds per minute, it signalled its presence by a sinister accompaniment to the rattle of discharging bullets - whiplash cracks like the screams of dozens of severed high-tension wires.
Crouched at the bottom of the trench with other scared men-boys, he listened to the hell-hound howling fifty yards from their position.
The British Vickers spat back in a seemingly futile exchange.
But…. no-one dared venture up the ladder to look beyond their wire - No Man’s Land – and the German wire……
Crouched at the bottom of the trench with other scared men-boys, he listened to the hell-hound howling fifty yards from their position.
The British Vickers spat back in a seemingly futile exchange.
But…. no-one dared venture up the ladder to look beyond their wire - No Man’s Land – and the German wire……
