As my fingertips go numb, I start to understand within myself and come to the realisation that I must accept the inevitability of my death. Soon an overwhelming calmness fulfils me as I stare through the bleak pits into the green hinterland, reflecting on the sheer brutality that humanity has come to. The burning sun becomes a distant memory, I begin to shiver as my body falls into a deadly chill. Surrounded by brothers in arms and yet, still no help. Feeling as if there is no help given I begin to second guess my importance. This self doubt hammering at my mind, asking why I can’t be dead already. …show more content…
I cringe at the pain, trying to roll over despite the fact I have lost all feeling beyond my waist. I curse at the miss leading sergeants that persuaded me to embark on this ‘adventure’. The expectations I gathered come crashing down like a ton of bricks. My stomach begins to churn as my nerves grew at the fact my life will be drawn to a close. The pity within me knowing I will not live to my 18th birthday grows so strong I can no longer fight for my