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Never Ending Pain

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Never Ending Pain The endless bombardment of bombs on the enemy lines, was deafening to the point it was making violently sick on the solider in front of me, who to say the least, wasn't at all pleased. The constant flashes of bright light from the endless explosions were starting to make my eyes weary. There was a thick fog which was hanging over my head, and it just sent a chill down my spine. The dead bodies littered all over the ground were sickening, lost limbs were reported to be found a few miles away. I felt as if I was staring at death right in the face. I was utterly demoralised after hearing that I heard lost two close comrades that same day. ...read more.


Every nerve in my body just wants to scream and exit my body to hide for cover. No one welcomes death. No one would want this. It's just so pointless. But no, I must get these thoughts out of my head, to even consider running away would bring great shame upon myself and my family and I'd be guaranteed to be caught and the punishment for desertion is death. I would rather die than have such an embarrassment weigh on my conscience. I soon began diplomatic actions in my mind as to make myself reach an agreement but this left crashing into a wall, as the point of dying for nothing made me the question the fact why I was here, living in complete poverty, flooded with God knows what and the occasion rat enjoying a nice swim around my feet. ...read more.


The rats were to have quite a feast tonight, and the very thought made me sick. The aftermath of the skirmish with the rats had the floors littered with dead rats that were either dead or were dying. It seemed we had at least won one war. It seemed to me no one would win this war, as too many lives had been wasted already and for what? Nothing. You'd think I'd have seen it coming, but sadly I didn't. It seemed the German soldiers had come quite close to our trenches and so I looked before and saw a grenade, there was nothing I could do but stare at it. The seconds of anticipating the blast made my blood boil, and then it just happened. I was shattered into a million pieces, and I was spread like jam on toast all over the place. ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

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