Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

As I laid on my ridiculously comfortable bed, a familiar memory flashed vividly through my eyes. The sound of Warren begging for help echoed in my head, bringing me back to consciousness. My eyes fluttered open as I tried to take in the surroundings. The rigid surface beneath me awakened my senses. A sudden pang of pain pierced through my thigh, making me groan in agony. I lifted my head deliberately, high enough to see a pool of blood deriving out of my thigh. I forced my weight on one foot and my eyes lingered on a scene that I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy to go through. What my eyes laid on sent a shiver down my spine. Corpses sprawled on the ground and blood pooling almost out of each body. The sky was so grey that day, mourning over …show more content…
I could still hear Warren pleading for help, so I made it my duty to find him. I looked through every tent until I got closer to his voice. As I approached the commander’s tent, one of the severely injured soldiers laid before me with his rifle tucked beneath his arms, I picked it up and continued searching. I found Warren inside the tent, weeping. His position confused me, until my eyes fell on his leg crammed beneath the massive safe that contained all the weapons. He continued to sob appallingly until I couldn’t take it anymore. My wounded thigh wasn’t in my favour when I kneeled down and curled my hands around the safe. I winced in pain, but still kept trying to pull the safe away from him. After five attempts of moving the safe, I gave in all my strength in the sixth. Warren’s leg was free, but he could not move. When the Germans attacked our camp, they made sure that there was no way to communicate with the people outside camp. All vehicles were disabled as well as the radio and satellite. We were trapped a million miles away from home. The regiment knew where our camp is and when they need to contact us, they’ll figure out that our satellite is disabled and surely send