1914. I said goodbye to my family and closed the door.

I hopped on the ship with my mates.

A long time later we arrived at “No Man’s Land.”

I stepped out and heard the guns pull.

I ran to the base. 1915. A year into the war.

My two good friends were dead by now.

I knew I was next. Later that day I was eating stale bread when I saw a German around the side of the fort.

That was the end.

The gun. The loud noises. Deep red blood stained my shirt.

I dropped. I could hear noises as my body went up.