Originally Posted by
Vortigern
Oskar rubbed his eyes and his face, cleaning the debris from the explosion. He looked around the cart, searching for his colleagues. Some were getting off the cart, others, already outside, were screaming, dirty and bloody from the explosion. He spat some blood, grabbed his musket and his rucksack and jumped out of the cart. He left his pickelhaube back, broken as it was into a dozen pieces.
While on the ground, the dizzyness from the explosion started to get to him. He dropped to his knees, breathing hastily. He looked around him. The train was thoroughly detracked. Soldiers were helping others to get out, horses were running around scared, orders were shouted by officers. As he was searching his surrounding, he noticed, not far from him, the young officer, von Lotzen, lying on the ground. Gathering some of his strength, he got himself up and slowly approached his CO...