Thursday 11 May 2017

Trench Footing

The thunderous roar of our mortars faded away, and the men around me prepared to go over the top. A sergeant beside me glanced over at my hands shaking as I gripped my rifle.

"I bet you're thinking that you're not ready kid."

I looked over at a man who was at most a year older than me, although the scars and the dirt made him look older.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready."

He nodded.

"Well, I'll tell you what my sergeant told me my first time.

Get up there or I'll shoot you myself!"

That was enough.

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