|world war (standard:horror, 452 words)|
|Author: fernando||Added: Jul 13 2008||Views/Reads: 1434/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A description of a solders horrors at war, in the trenches.|
A DESCRIPTIVE TALE OF A SOLDERS NIGHTMARE My pulse was racing. Taken aback by the uproar which surrounded me. For it seemed every soldier dreaded the torment and agony, of which was sure to follow. Screams! The outcries of disturbed men, added to the melancholy mood. My hands shook fiercely. My nails unsightly after long periods of stress. Atrocious bruising on my hands where my superiors had beaten me. I felt sickly and defenceless, not wanting to know what might happen to me. I found myself quaking! Could I really pull the trigger and end someone's life? I lifted my gun with a feeling of trepidation. My head rocked, my mouth was bone dry. The gun felt rough in my hands. It was heavy and uncomfortable for me to carry. I had to haul it along. I suddenly buckled; an unbearable pain came from my leg. Blood poured from the wound, it looked hideous and vile. I shook ferociously; I could smell the blood, it made me physically sick. I moaned surrounding men just stared at me. Helpless sprawled out in a pool of sick and blood. As my face touched the trenches I could smell the fear and the sweat of men preparing to die! I must have lain there, still, for hours. Merciless, bitter. Not daring to think about my fate. All of a sudden I heard unfamiliar voices. German voices! For the first time in weeks I felt emotion. For the first time in months I wept. The enemy laughed at me. Kicking mud in my face, punching me, making me drink my own urine, it stung the back of my throat. I wanted so much to show no fear but I couldn't. I pleaded with them, they beat me. I fought, they beat me. They dragged me through no man's land. There was a terrible stench of death; I wept so hard for my companions. They had fresh blood on their faces. I touched their cold and lifeless bodies. It was a massacre. We were all the same, yet killing each other for being different. Ten other tormented prisoners joined me. The German solders seemed to be anxious. Suddenly a tall strong man strolled out into the court. "Hail Hitler" So he was here the manwhom existed in all of my nightmares. The Germans with rifles stood tall and mighty behind us devoid with any emotion. I was last in line to meet my fate. I sang softly to myself, as my friends were shot in cold blood. Finally it came to me, I shook, I sang, I cursed the Germans. As the bullet met me I said "God shall receive me whereas you shall dwell in hell" Tweet
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