Sweat dropped from Tom’s face, his body physically and mentally exhausted from the lack of rest received . Amongst him lay distraught battle hardened men whom “kill or be killed” was their only motto. The sound of gunfire going from trench to trench made him shiver.
men lined in the tight and compacted trench where they would await their destiny which lay over the trench. The mud grabbed hold of Tom’s feet and sucked him deeper into the mud. he was well built structure with strong broad shoulders, a tank on two legs. the rain dropped lazy and soft, I could see the sun want to squeeze through the clouds but the sky remained black.
The sergeant drew his whistle to his mouth as the water dripped from his moustache, the water glimmered. All men lined at the trench wall, our backs were stuck to the bank, the bank refused to let us go. He could see the exhaustion on our faces. Sweat mistaken for water. I watch as the sergeant walked down looking every man the …show more content…
There were crater holes mixed with blood and water, the sight was traumatising as dead men lay in these holes with horrified expressions left on their faces which created an indelible picture in my brain. The sun appeared as it peeled back the dark clouds it gave me a sign of hope and a chance that there was still humanity among this slaughter of men and women.
The view was astonishing as I made my first steps. The beauty of the battlefield began to unvale, the beauty of the battlefield. Humans created hell within the eden of utopia and the eden is beggining to perish.. The darkening gunfire continued to strangle me. Freedom was not in sight.
A body fell, a face of war-stricken trauma left on his face as he lay in silence, crows came upon him, I now knew he was dead. A distinctive bullet hole lay evidently in his chest as blood came to a slow trickle. His skin turned pale almost completely white, his eyes lay wide open this was pitched in my mind
men lined in the tight and compacted trench where they would await their destiny which lay over the trench. The mud grabbed hold of Tom’s feet and sucked him deeper into the mud. he was well built structure with strong broad shoulders, a tank on two legs. the rain dropped lazy and soft, I could see the sun want to squeeze through the clouds but the sky remained black.
The sergeant drew his whistle to his mouth as the water dripped from his moustache, the water glimmered. All men lined at the trench wall, our backs were stuck to the bank, the bank refused to let us go. He could see the exhaustion on our faces. Sweat mistaken for water. I watch as the sergeant walked down looking every man the …show more content…
There were crater holes mixed with blood and water, the sight was traumatising as dead men lay in these holes with horrified expressions left on their faces which created an indelible picture in my brain. The sun appeared as it peeled back the dark clouds it gave me a sign of hope and a chance that there was still humanity among this slaughter of men and women.
The view was astonishing as I made my first steps. The beauty of the battlefield began to unvale, the beauty of the battlefield. Humans created hell within the eden of utopia and the eden is beggining to perish.. The darkening gunfire continued to strangle me. Freedom was not in sight.
A body fell, a face of war-stricken trauma left on his face as he lay in silence, crows came upon him, I now knew he was dead. A distinctive bullet hole lay evidently in his chest as blood came to a slow trickle. His skin turned pale almost completely white, his eyes lay wide open this was pitched in my mind