Conquering Hell
I remember everything that day. The gas, the smell of the dead bodies, and the constant rain. But the thing I remember the most was the regret and rush of my first kill. I was in the trenches that day, on the front line. I enlisted for my great country of England and I was proud and full of hope, but in the trenches all hope was gone. I saw soldiers in agony crying and screaming. The sound of the constant artillery still bangs in my head, and I can smell the pungent mud. My commander said our battalion had to take the next German line or we would lose the battle. It seemed impossible and I told him that would be like trying to conquer hell. He ignored me so I had no other choice but to push. I grabbed my rifle and some other soldiers set up the ladders on the trench. We waited for our commander to tell us when to push, all of us fearing when he would tell us to. He looked over the trench and then blew on an ear piercing whistle. …show more content…
When I got to the top of the trench I saw hell. The mist was so thick you couldn't see a couple feet ahead of you and menacing barbed wire was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the battlefield. I heard the roar of yelling as we ran through the slimy mud. Soldiers were dying all around me, but I knew I couldn't look back or I would've ended up like them.I ran for my life but we finally made it to the German trench. In the there, the dead were out numbering the living. There was no Germans, so we thought we had driven them back and we were celebrating. All of a sudden some soldiers started dropping off like flies. I took cover on the rotting trench walls. and waited for my death. There was around 10 to 20 Germans left in the trenches. They were advancing toward our position, and I clenched my rifle tight, ready to fire. I peeked around the wall and saw a German a few feet
I remember everything that day. The gas, the smell of the dead bodies, and the constant rain. But the thing I remember the most was the regret and rush of my first kill. I was in the trenches that day, on the front line. I enlisted for my great country of England and I was proud and full of hope, but in the trenches all hope was gone. I saw soldiers in agony crying and screaming. The sound of the constant artillery still bangs in my head, and I can smell the pungent mud. My commander said our battalion had to take the next German line or we would lose the battle. It seemed impossible and I told him that would be like trying to conquer hell. He ignored me so I had no other choice but to push. I grabbed my rifle and some other soldiers set up the ladders on the trench. We waited for our commander to tell us when to push, all of us fearing when he would tell us to. He looked over the trench and then blew on an ear piercing whistle. …show more content…
When I got to the top of the trench I saw hell. The mist was so thick you couldn't see a couple feet ahead of you and menacing barbed wire was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the battlefield. I heard the roar of yelling as we ran through the slimy mud. Soldiers were dying all around me, but I knew I couldn't look back or I would've ended up like them.I ran for my life but we finally made it to the German trench. In the there, the dead were out numbering the living. There was no Germans, so we thought we had driven them back and we were celebrating. All of a sudden some soldiers started dropping off like flies. I took cover on the rotting trench walls. and waited for my death. There was around 10 to 20 Germans left in the trenches. They were advancing toward our position, and I clenched my rifle tight, ready to fire. I peeked around the wall and saw a German a few feet