Guns, Grenades and Gas - Original Writing

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Guns, Grenades and Gas - Original Writing It was a bloody day. Guns, grenades, gas. I lay inside this small hole. Praying for a miracle. Please save me. My friends dead or have been taken prisoner. It was a war zone. In the morning, immediately there were gunshots. One man died instantly. He had a wife and two kids. It was a total disaster. All we could do was follow orders, orders that cost thousands of lives. We could have just stayed and fired on the flanks but we were desperate, we knew that not all of us were going to make it alive. We had five minutes to prepare. It was the tensest five minutes of my life; I’ll never forget what happened after it. The General was about to order us to march across open fire. All of us knew what was going to happen. Machine guns everywhere, there’s only one outcome and that’s death. I don’t know how to describe it…bloodshed or maybe a massacre or suicide. The Sun was blazing, the ground rough and sludgy and parts of the land were filled with water, parasites and vermin. The atmosphere of the trench was anxious and nervous. There were only six of us remaining. Everyone had mixed feelings about what was going to happen next, my best friend Rick, he had nerves of steel, he knew he had a chance of dieing, but he knew if he did go to down he did it for a good cause and that’s to protect and serve our country. Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw him. My brother Brian, I’ll never forget what he did, if it wasn’t for him I would have never made it. I tripped and fell face first in no-man’s land, I just managed to get back to my feet, but I saw a jerry aim his gun at me, Brian jumped and took the hit. I cried and ran at the same time. My own flesh and blood killed. Next was Jim, he was a quiet one. Never spoke a word.

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