Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

With shots whizzing past my head there wasn’t much moving room without being doomed. When the shots finally start to die down I make a run for the trench behind the front lines. As I do, bursts of fire start to shine as artillery is being struck like lightning striking the ground. It shakes me like an earthquake. I turn just in time to see the giant monstrous cannons that are raining upon us like hell on earth. All of a sudden I get pulled backwards into the trench just in time to avoid the incoming mortar shell that hit the ground like a train. When I turn around its my old friend private Ryan after I thank him for saving me I go to the barracks to get some rest. I get woken up abruptly by the captain.” We’re moving on the enemy right now get ready!” I get to the front lines and then the horn the blaring horn sounds. That’s the signal for us to run up on the enemy and strike them while they are down. We get to their front lines and in the distance I could see the French airplanes dogfighting with the German blimp for control of the key city. With our squad of Americans slowly getting wasted away by the enemy, we are in desperate need of backup. Then, the British came to help. They where just the moral and push we needed to be victorious at capturing their hold on the out skirts of the city. …show more content…
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