The Storming of a Trench. ( A Private's First Day)
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Twas' the Winter of 1915..the 2nd year of the Great War..
The imperialists have captured a very important strategic point just 50 km on our position,everyone in our regiment were deeply demoralized realizing the futility of our Higher-ups' defensive plans,it may not be long deserters in the army would increase in droves thus it may not be long now the battle will be a disastrous defeat.
My Name is Gregory Peckingham, a regular inhabitant of York, i have just enlisted in the army and it seems that a lot of enlisters here looked like they're age is the same i am (21),i got hopes for being a war hero when i was a kid,our bloodline is full of them , and i am the current 7th inheritor of that title if i will survive the war.
"Ok Green Bastards ! follow me to the shooting range ! "
"Aye ! sergeant ! "
it was the first day of bootcamp,we were all nervous and frightened,but i stood on my ground and comically toughened myself up,then Sgt.Hart furiously approached my way of behavior and quickly smacked my Arm with his baton.
"You Sick Bastard ! why are you acting like a Vaudeville Reject in this Time of War huh ? "
"My Sincere Apologies Sarge ! "
*whack*
"No sorries and buts !,due to this Reject all of you will have to run the lap 5 times ya got that ! "
"Aye ! Sergeant ! "
My chances of being a War hero Crashed on that very day,50 days after that we have been shipped to pas-de-calaise for deployement.
The Frontline was a stretched land of desolation and apocalyptic destruction,Corpses littered everywhere either rotting or being feasted by crows,
my mind went extremely afraid,so is my comrades in my regiment,it was dead-end there's no turning back now.
We were immedietly* directed towards our entrenchments and to await further orders,
i let out a silent cheer we can finally have a day's R&R..but it was not to happen later on that day...
Explosions were a common thing,and one example of grim coincidence was a lucky Shell had penetrated our radio dugout everyone in that dugout were gibbed into a million pieces .
Now it was nighttime our CO has ordered us to recapture a captured position approximately 678 paces from our position,we readied our battle gear and prayed we will survive the onslaught,a few minutes later our CO signaled the charge and every one rushed towards No Man's Land.
I Ran like hell in order to reach the target position while every comrade around me got shot by Small-arms Fire, unfortunately my leg got skinned by kraut Machine Gun , gravely decreasing my sprinting speed.
I Whispered heavily to myself that if i would die , i would like to die a hero's death but i already knew i would end up like the rotting corpses i often see here in the frontlines.
We almost reached the target position,and the grenadiers threw their bombs against the Enemy Fortifications,killing only a dozen defenders out of a hundred thousand of them,it was all futile ! i will surely get killed in this pandemonium !
*Thwack*
I Felt something in my Stomach , did i just got shot ? damn it ! blood is oozing out of me ! i'm feeling all weak and clumsy my vision began to fade , everything around me began to move in slowmotion is this the end ?
*Thwack*
*Thwack*
3 Bullets plugged my Combat Uniform and i steadily fell on the ground dying
i felt sorry for myself,i'll never get the chance of being a war hero,i no longer have any control of my 5 senses , everything blackened and i was dead before i knew it.
The imperialists have captured a very important strategic point just 50 km on our position,everyone in our regiment were deeply demoralized realizing the futility of our Higher-ups' defensive plans,it may not be long deserters in the army would increase in droves thus it may not be long now the battle will be a disastrous defeat.
My Name is Gregory Peckingham, a regular inhabitant of York, i have just enlisted in the army and it seems that a lot of enlisters here looked like they're age is the same i am (21),i got hopes for being a war hero when i was a kid,our bloodline is full of them , and i am the current 7th inheritor of that title if i will survive the war.
"Ok Green Bastards ! follow me to the shooting range ! "
"Aye ! sergeant ! "
it was the first day of bootcamp,we were all nervous and frightened,but i stood on my ground and comically toughened myself up,then Sgt.Hart furiously approached my way of behavior and quickly smacked my Arm with his baton.
"You Sick Bastard ! why are you acting like a Vaudeville Reject in this Time of War huh ? "
"My Sincere Apologies Sarge ! "
*whack*
"No sorries and buts !,due to this Reject all of you will have to run the lap 5 times ya got that ! "
"Aye ! Sergeant ! "
My chances of being a War hero Crashed on that very day,50 days after that we have been shipped to pas-de-calaise for deployement.
The Frontline was a stretched land of desolation and apocalyptic destruction,Corpses littered everywhere either rotting or being feasted by crows,
my mind went extremely afraid,so is my comrades in my regiment,it was dead-end there's no turning back now.
We were immedietly* directed towards our entrenchments and to await further orders,
i let out a silent cheer we can finally have a day's R&R..but it was not to happen later on that day...
Explosions were a common thing,and one example of grim coincidence was a lucky Shell had penetrated our radio dugout everyone in that dugout were gibbed into a million pieces .
Now it was nighttime our CO has ordered us to recapture a captured position approximately 678 paces from our position,we readied our battle gear and prayed we will survive the onslaught,a few minutes later our CO signaled the charge and every one rushed towards No Man's Land.
I Ran like hell in order to reach the target position while every comrade around me got shot by Small-arms Fire, unfortunately my leg got skinned by kraut Machine Gun , gravely decreasing my sprinting speed.
I Whispered heavily to myself that if i would die , i would like to die a hero's death but i already knew i would end up like the rotting corpses i often see here in the frontlines.
We almost reached the target position,and the grenadiers threw their bombs against the Enemy Fortifications,killing only a dozen defenders out of a hundred thousand of them,it was all futile ! i will surely get killed in this pandemonium !
*Thwack*
I Felt something in my Stomach , did i just got shot ? damn it ! blood is oozing out of me ! i'm feeling all weak and clumsy my vision began to fade , everything around me began to move in slowmotion is this the end ?
*Thwack*
*Thwack*
3 Bullets plugged my Combat Uniform and i steadily fell on the ground dying
i felt sorry for myself,i'll never get the chance of being a war hero,i no longer have any control of my 5 senses , everything blackened and i was dead before i knew it.