It is raining as Sargeant Greene-Thomson begins to lead his soldiers into the at tack on the enemies out-post. The men, who’s bravery was unquestionible, were lead behind the farmhouses cowshed. Its true that they were inwardly frightened, but they did’nt let it show.‘Hey, Sarge. Did you hear that?” wispered private Higgs. ‘Over their. Behind those trees. A low whaling, mowning sound, like a ghost. It’s to spookey.’An owl flue low over his head and hooted loud.Frightening the highly tense soldiers quite badly.‘Quiet, Higgs, or the enemy will here us. Lets see if their coming closer. Have you’re guns ready, men.’They waited for what seamed an age, one of the men sneezed, spoiling any chance of surprising their foes. Because the noise and hooting had effected their nerves; the men were jumpy. Sergent Green-Thompson finaly decided to re-treat and regroup. He gestured to the soldiers to go back passed the farm house and it’s cowshed, and then slowly walk back to bass. This was just tempory accomodation in a barn.