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It was a bloody day. Guns, grenades, gas. I lay inside this small hole. Praying for a miracle. Please save me. My friends dead or have been taken prisoner. It was a war zone.

In the morning, immediately there were gunshots. One man died instantly. He had a wife and two kids. It was a total disaster. All we could do was follow orders, orders that cost thousands of lives. We could have just stayed and fired on the flanks but we were desperate, we knew that not all of us were going to make it alive. We had five minutes to prepare. It was the tensest five minutes of my life; I’ll never forget what happened after it. The General was about to order us to march across open fire. All of us knew what was going to happen. Machine guns everywhere, there’s only one outcome and that’s death. I don’t know how to describe it…bloodshed or maybe a massacre or suicide. The Sun was blazing, the ground rough and sludgy and parts of the land were filled with water, parasites and vermin.

The atmosphere of the trench was anxious and nervous. There were only six of us remaining. Everyone had mixed feelings about what was going to happen next, my best friend Rick, he had nerves of steel, he knew he had a chance of dieing, but he knew if he did go to down he did it for a good cause and that’s to protect and serve our country. Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw him.

My brother Brian, I’ll never forget what he did, if it wasn’t for him I would have never made it. I tripped and fell face first in no-man’s land, I just managed to get back to my feet, but I saw a jerry aim his gun at me, Brian jumped and took the hit. I cried and ran at the same time. My own flesh and blood killed.

Next was Jim, he was a quiet one. Never spoke a word. He was home sick in my eyes. He always seemed to throw up every once in a while. Although he wasn’t alone, as soon as we leapt over, he was shot instantly. Twelve times in the gut, there was a river of blood flowing through the boggy marshes. No one was really surprised though; we had grown used to this now. A few weeks in the trenches can change your life.

Lewis was a mystery. The guy never seemed right to me. He always had a screw lose somewhere. He refused to march and was shot on the spot by the General. I couldn’t blame him; I would have rather been shot than face the horrors that awaited us.

The last thing I remember seeing before diving down into this stench hole was General facing open rounds of machine guns. I was going to help him but I couldn’t do anything. A bullet in my arm and leg, I was helpless. I guess it was his time, but what a horrific experience it was. The sixth member…me. The only survivor. I’m lying in this hole, Jerry’s are everywhere, and the next battalion should be coming soon, more guns, grenades and gas soon to come, more bloodshed. I’m praying for a miracle.

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