A song of compys and gigas (chap 17)

Bodies... bodies and blast holes... That’s all Bob sees as he rides to the front. The camp is a tattered wreak. Wonded troops walk into and out of the various medical tents that are still left. Then bob rides past the tames. Each one is injured in one way or another. It’s all so errire. The sky turns a dark grey as bob ventures closer... If it was not for the increasingly loud artillery fire. It would all be quiet. Soon enough bob reaches the military checkpoint a mile from the front. “It’s bad out there. What’s a general like you doing here?” One of the guards asks. “I have a direct order from command.” Bob replies as hands over his papers. “Alright. I will let you through. Be safe out there. Good luck. You will need it.” The guard says as bob rides onward....