My Life In The Trenches Creative Writing

The impact on my chest is so great it knocks me off my feet. The stale air from the trenches, gushing past my ears as I collapse to the ground. The ringing in my ears grows more ferocious as the guns and mortars continue to rain upon us like a never ending storm. I can feel the blood escaping my body, streaming down my chest like a river and slowly start to engulf me. The scorching sun burns my skin, giving an uneasy sense of relief from the bullet wound. Im stuck in contemplation, my thoughts of suicide are finally coming to a close.

As my fingertips go numb, I start to understand within myself and come to the realisation that I must accept the inevitability of my death. Soon an overwhelming calmness fulfils me as I stare through the bleak pits into the green hinterland, reflecting on the sheer brutality that humanity has come to. The burning sun becomes a distant memory, I begin to shiver as my body falls into a deadly chill. Surrounded by brothers in arms and yet, still no help. Feeling as if there is no help given I begin to second guess my importance. This self doubt hammering at my mind, asking why I can’t be dead already. …show more content…
I cringe at the pain, trying to roll over despite the fact I have lost all feeling beyond my waist. I curse at the miss leading sergeants that persuaded me to embark on this ‘adventure’. The expectations I gathered come crashing down like a ton of bricks. My stomach begins to churn as my nerves grew at the fact my life will be drawn to a close. The pity within me knowing I will not live to my 18th birthday grows so strong I can no longer fight for my