I ducked into the trench, some who were not so lucky struck with explosives. I focused more on my heavy breathing and pounding heart then the severe battle before me. Seeing one by one pass horror in his eyes. I looked back towards enemy lines as another bomb flew above my head. I heard screams of terror and lost hope. I had questioned my strength as I crawled out of the trench. The sky was what seemed black and the grass was as dead as the lost souls on the field. I dragged my leg dripping blood behind me. I knew I would not make it back home and felt sorry for the poor men who would drag this with them for the rest of their lives. Pitty filled my thoughts, yet I still pulled on. Thoughts of young kids growing without a father I thought pulling on. Never stepping foot in my home again I sighed pulling on. Coming here as a hero and dying as a hero I said facing death. Goodbye I choked to thoose I love, bullets pound my chest yet thoose I love still pull on. Who was I to leave alive and leave them to die in thought without me.
