As soon as the commander pushed aside the decaying tent flap, I stood; quivering in fear of what would happen next, looking around, all I could think about was the fact that almost every man in this tent would likely be dead, including me.
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One word kept repeating itself in my head. Death. I would never be a husband. Death. I would live to experience the magical thing called fatherhood. Death. Death. Death. I had so much to live for, and so little to die for; I was fighting in a war I didn’t care about, taking orders from a country that’s done nothing for me, and soon to be fighting men that could have been my neighbors, instead they’re the enemy.
We were here. The front lines; home to thousands of severed limbs, hundreds of dead bodies and now, me. 10 more feet and I would be in shooting distance of our adversaries, 5 more feet and I would be in shoulder to shoulder with my comrades, ready to become a cold-hearted killer.
I was in the trenches now. I heard stories from veterans, they all said that the it was hell on earth. Disease was as popular as ammunition, and sleep was rarer than gold. I also had been told horrendous stories of people losing fingers or toes to the harsh, freezing weather; some stories even involved soldiers dying because of frostbite. Nothing I heard made me want to fight in the …show more content…
It was time for battle. I hurriedly moved to a safer spot in the trenches, surprised to be thankful for the dirt walls. With shaking fingers, I pulled out my rifle. It took me three tries to load it, dropping bullets with clumsy fingers. Taking a deep breath, I took a step towards the top of the trench. I was about to kill someone, even though they are the enemy. Aiming my rifle, I looked for any heads or body parts that I could possibly try to hit; I found a solider. He was fumbling with his weapon just as I had done. I aimed at his head, my fingers hesitating at the trigger; he was just like me, nervous and scared. I couldn’t do it. Lowering my rifle, I looked once more at the soldier that I had spared. I found a speeding bullet heading in my