Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

yesterday we landed at gallipoli, as we rounded the crest of the peninsula a sense of fear descended upon us. Thus fear turned into outright terror as we came closer to the shore and saw the steep slopes and towering hillside that was before us. Jack reckons we landed in the wrong place and i must say i somewhat agree, only a fool would plan an attack up such a steep incline with the enemy towering above us, and the british empire is no fool. as the order was given the men launched themselves off the boat sinking like stones under the weight of the artillery they carried. as a young boy, the times spent swimming in the lagoon were some of the best of my life and i held onto this memory as i plunged into the icy depths and waded towards the …show more content…
Bullets flew past me and I found myself unsure as to whether enemy fire or the crushing ocean would end me. the scene that lay before me, as i waded to the shore, will forever remain in my mind. hundreds of bodies floating in an unforgiving sea, stained red with their blood. those that escaped drowning, made it to the shore only to be caught in the crossfire of both the allies and the Turks. as i watched friends, comrades alike, i knew i could do nothing but push on or die in the all consuming blue. i and some mates made it to the shore and All at once war was upon us. The sounds of battle, once drowned out by the sea were back with a vengeance. The spitting of machine guns, boom of explosions and the agony of men dying filled the air. i had little time to become accustomed to this before my orders were given and i began laying communication lines. tiptoeing over the dead, using piles of bodies as a shield from the spray of bullets, i made my way forward laying the lines as i went. at one point i came across mark, a mate of mine from back home. at first i didn't recognise him. half his face hung, as if scampering from what we had