Personal Narrative: The Day On The Front

The day on the front was like no other, it was peaceful, dreamlike. All the airplanes had ceased fire, the tanks were no longer being operated. It was so hard to believe that all of a sudden everything had changed. My no-good rifle had malfunctioned and shot me in the leg. I was taken to a hospital next to a local train station; the hospital was dark, gloomy, and had a prominent stench of death. The first two days were a blur, the only thing I remember was excruciating pain. I finally was discharged from the hospital holding my head high and mighty. I began taking my first steps outside when all the memories rushed through my head. Kat, Müller, Detering, Kropp, Leer, Haie, and Kimmerich. I remembered all of them, how they lived and died, it all came at once; I could not breathe it felt as if I had been shot. I collapse to the floor and crying out for help, nobody comes to help. I woke up to people inches from my face trying to determine if I was breathing; I brushed them away and walked towards the train station. One of the nicer nurses tried to coax me to sit down into a wheelchair.
“Paul it’s really not wise to continue walking. We …show more content…
I didn’t know whether she was alive still and if she was no longer then where was my family. It seemed like death follows a soldier everywhere they went and there is nothing they can do to get away. Memories started to flash, this time I was in the trenches. I relived all the death, I had witnessed in my time in the trenches. The grim picture that was the war, bodies everywhere, my body covered in blood, soldiers crying out in pain. I flash back to reality and I am sweating and there are tears flowing down my face. I know that I have to do something about these memories, I cannot bear them much longer. I feel like one of the soldiers who went mad in the war; the ones who run in no man’s land because they could not handle the