An Analysis Of A Diary From Barley's Diary On A Night Raid

Dear Dad, It was another night, just like the last. I've been here for about 120 hours, and I have already witnessed things beyond imaginable. I guess I was one of the few with good training. After another long day I still couldn't sleep and I was exhausted. About five men decided to go on a night raid so I figured I'd join. I thought it would be a quick trip. It was dark and muddy and it was quiet. Too quiet. Out of nowhere bullets were whizzing past me. We jumped to the ground not expecting this. It appears the enemy was planning a night raid also and we met somewhere in between. When the firing stopped we waited. Just listening, when we thought they let their guard down we went into a crouching position and fired at the. But, they turned quick and …show more content…
The last man along with me out of the five that survived were the last to go back and warn the other troops. I wish I could have grabbed something for the two men that died but it was to risky. Barley breathing we looked at each other and quietly discussed a plan. Looking at the injured man we told him to stay strong because we had maybe 100 yards to reach a little more safety. Taking in deep slow breaths he nodded his head to let us know he understood. The non-injured man and I layed side by side on our bellies slowing boosting the injured man on our backs. Being as quiet as possible we crawled back. I was nervous, if we went into a wrong spot they might notice use so we make sure not to move fast. I also didn't want to creep up on a landmine. We had to carry him through bushes and through barbed wire. This led to us being scratched which started to bleed. t felt as if my arms were going to come off. Sometimes I would come eye to eye with a dead solider and it was frightening. After awhile we realized the men that fired at us were far behind us so we stopped to check on the injured man. His body was limp and as cold as ice. "He's gone," I say in remorseful