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"The Sentry" as a monologue - "Friday".  

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Keri Jackson 13Gh 15th October "The Sentry" as a monologue - "Friday" It was a Friday that I'll never forget. There was the usual thunder of bullets hour after hour. The heavy blows of the whiz-bangs, causing so much smoke you could not see much more than ten feet in front of you. The juddering sound of aircraft and the sickening stench of deceased men became an everyday occurrence. This Friday was different though... this Friday was blood curdling. We were running. Guns in our hands. Stopping every now and then to fire shots at the Boches that had spotted us, as we desperately searched for somewhere to hide. After many hours of sprinting and then crouching behind bushes, we eventually found an old German dug out to take shelter in and have a few minutes rest. They knew it though, they must have seen one of us go in there...

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