"History Has Failed Us, But No Matter"
By E.B.
Here I am in the trenches of the First World War drenched in sweat and knee-deep in mud. This is not what we were promised. We we were promised glory and the chance to see the world, but instead we're stuck here with nothing but mud and blood in foreign land trying to understand. Where is this greatness I’ve been told?
Day 534 we are still at a stalemate, but tomorrow we hope we can break the German line at noon. Tomorrow we will charge!
Day 535 today we charge. We are lined up in the trenches waiting for the order to go ahead. Then suddenly we hear the whistle go and 5,000 of us begin to charge. The enemy fire starts up instantly. I hear bullets wizzing overhead. I see men falling, gunned down like animals as artillery is firing killing dozens of men at once.
Finally, we reach the trench. We jump in face-to-face. The enemy charges me with his knife. He tackled me to the ground. I managed to grab his knife, but he is still on top of me trying to jam his knife in my neck. The knife keeps getting closer to the point it touches me. Then suddenly a fellow soldier pushes him off only to be stabbed himself but giving me the chase to grab my knife and jam it into the German soldier's neck killing him.
I get the chance to check in on my fellow soldier. As he was laying there lifeless, I close his eyes and go to help the rest of the men, but there are no enemies to fight. They have all surrendered. The trench is ours.
That day 3000 men died and many more to come in the following years.
Day 534 we are still at a stalemate, but tomorrow we hope we can break the German line at noon. Tomorrow we will charge!
Day 535 today we charge. We are lined up in the trenches waiting for the order to go ahead. Then suddenly we hear the whistle go and 5,000 of us begin to charge. The enemy fire starts up instantly. I hear bullets wizzing overhead. I see men falling, gunned down like animals as artillery is firing killing dozens of men at once.
Finally, we reach the trench. We jump in face-to-face. The enemy charges me with his knife. He tackled me to the ground. I managed to grab his knife, but he is still on top of me trying to jam his knife in my neck. The knife keeps getting closer to the point it touches me. Then suddenly a fellow soldier pushes him off only to be stabbed himself but giving me the chase to grab my knife and jam it into the German soldier's neck killing him.
I get the chance to check in on my fellow soldier. As he was laying there lifeless, I close his eyes and go to help the rest of the men, but there are no enemies to fight. They have all surrendered. The trench is ours.
That day 3000 men died and many more to come in the following years.