Western Front Creative Writing

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We all knew this was going to happen again. If the world could not live as one, a war was going break out. I had just turned 21, I had my whole life ahead of me and being drafted to war was nowhere close to being on my bucket list. I was nervous of the whole idea of war. Especially for someone like me, who didn't believe in guns, bombs or violence. As the new recruits and I arrived at the boot camp, I could hear the booming voices of drill sergeants yelling,“1, 2, 3, 4” and see soldiers marching in a uniform line from all different directions. As the bus came to a stop beside a huge tent, I started gathering up my stuff to exit off the bus. I made my way inside the tent like everyone else. An enormous man dressed in a uniform full of badges…show more content…
I stood out front of the tent, people slowly started coming out and lining up beside me, I could see that Sargent Warren was timing us. We all made it out front in time. Sergeant Warren started speaking, "Normally training is a few months long. However, in these circumstances we are under pressure and I am going to teach you what you are going to need to know for when you are on the battlefield. You are all adults and should know how to behave; the most important thing I need to teach every one of you is your weapon, how to use it, and what the enemy looks like so you don't kill one of our own. "A hand shot up in our group, signaling a question. Warren said with annoyance, "This isn't class, put your hand down!" and the hand went down. So the training began. By the end of the two days of training I was so tired, I ate my meals and immediately went to sleep. All of a sudden, I was awoken to a loud god-awful alarm. I jumped out of bed and almost fell down; being lightheaded I steadied myself as the Sargent came in alerting, "They are heading our way, get ready and line up outside of the tent. You have five minutes." Everyone around me quickly got…show more content…
I could hear the pumping of my heart in my ears. I laid there tensed positioned on my stomach. The constant irritation of the gravel scraping my arm did not bother me; I was far too hyped up on adrenaline. Time slowed down, everything appeared to have been in slow motion. Suddenly I heard guns being fired and bombs erupting, we were under heavy artillery fire. Sargent Warren yelled out, "We are under attack by their patrol group!" The two days of training definitely did not suffice what was happening before my eyes; I was so scared and confused. I jumped into the shell-hole closest to me to escape the flying bullets. I could hear guns from both sides rapidly being fired off. The sounds of machine guns and bombs blowing up amplified in the shell-hole. The ground beneath me trembled with each explosion, triggering gravel to shower over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone jumping into the shell-hole; I thought it was someone from my group so I didn’t think anything of it. They lunged towards me and landed on top of me, knocking my gun out of my hand. It was the enemy; he got up and grabbed his gun. I struggled to get mine, so kicked him in the shin hoping it would delay him getting to his weapon. He stumbled past his weapon as I managed to grab mine. There was no way to get out of this position, it was a kill or be killed situation. I aimed my weapon, closed my eyes
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