- 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.
