March 10 2022
Word: gun
Artillery shells detonated occasionally, fabricating mists of dust that enveloped outside the trenches. The ground rumbled as allied and enemy vehicles alike entered the battlefield. Within the trenches were piles of lifeless bodies restricting unnecessary movement of the shrinking forces of war. The stench of decomposing corpses and gunpowder irritated the noses of those who stayed in the trenches, endlessly pulling the trigger of their rifles to enemies hidden in the dense cloud. As explosions of ordinances and barrage of bullets continued, stepping over the trenches signified certain doom; as life in the trenches continued, death was inevitable. Yet, some chose to throw themselves into the battlefield, sacrificing their life for their country.
I can't die here, thought a soldier hugging his knees as his comrades inserted a clip of rounds into their rifles.
The spineless soldier, afraid of death, bit his fingernails instead of peeking out of the trenches pulling the trigger. His comrades paid no heed to his cowardice. Before the frightened soldier was another soldier wearing the same expression. On the far right of him was a coughing soldier; contracting a disease while living in the trenches is common. Humans are fragile creatures— a fact everyone in the battlefield understands.
"Incoming!" a soldier outside the trenches warned before he fell into the trenches.
The soldier collapsed in front of the spineless soldier; the face of the lifeless soldier sinked into the muddy waters. Behind the head of the fallen soldier was a gaping hole— a wound inflicted by .30 caliber round— gushing out blood. While the other soldiers braced themselves for another artillery shell, the spineless soldier shrieked in terror. Rubbles from the trenches' wall crumbled as the thundering rumble shook the ground, the power of the artillery of the enemy.
A lone soldier noticed the sound of footsteps crunching on the mixture of dirt and gravel approaching, together with the faint noise of engines. Multiple combatants are running towards their trench— a full out assault. "Hold them back!" shouted the prospective soldier!
The soldiers peeked outside the trenches pointing their rifles towards the enemy. However, it was too late. Everyone around the spineless soldier fell to the ground, adding more casualties into the pile of lifeless bodies. Slowly turning his head over the trenches, a bullet had already pierced his heart.
Artillery shells detonated occasionally, fabricating mists of dust that enveloped outside the trenches. The ground rumbled as allied and enemy vehicles alike entered the battlefield. Within the trenches were piles of lifeless bodies restricting unnecessary movement of the shrinking forces of war. The stench of decomposing corpses and gunpowder irritated the noses of those who stayed in the trenches, endlessly pulling the trigger of their rifles to enemies hidden in the dense cloud. As explosions of ordinances and barrage of bullets continued, stepping over the trenches signified certain doom; as life in the trenches continued, death was inevitable. Yet, some chose to throw themselves into the battlefield, sacrificing their life for their country.
Huh? thought a soldier hugging his knees as his comrades inserted a clip of rounds into their rifles.
Didn't I die?