Shallow Mud

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic


It was war, It was different than any sport, any humain activity that existed today, It was a barrel of a rifle pointed at another man just waiting to be spent and send the molten hot round bullet
into the body and when it exited it also pulled the soul of the man with it.

Submitted: March 22, 2018

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You heard it right? the sound of terror, it brushed in the wind like a leaf, like the smell of autumn it filled the air, You could see it in the eyes of the men, The young men who had just graduated from school. The sky was so dark already, the Sounds of the loud guns that sent a chill down the spines of every man who could still hear. It was war, It was different than any sport, any humain activity that existed today, It was a barrel of a rifle pointed at another man just waiting to be spent and send the molten hot round bullet into the body and when it exited it also pulled the soul of the man with it. Into the abyss, The dark gloomy sky that filled above them, God himself  would send no man in if he wanted to get out alive, The valley of the shadow of death, Hells court. it was time. The soldiers foot sunk into the muddy ground of the trench, every brave soldier leaned against the mud covered would used to hold it into the wall, The quietness filled the gaps of the soldiers, “Prepare men!” He could hear the captain. Layed at home in his mind was his wife, Sharol, His four brothers Andy, robert, And his oldest carter. His little sister Annabelle. His mother Mildred, and his deceased father Thomas. His best friend Jack leaned beside him in wait for the scariest moment of his life, “Get ready men Trumpets go!” “Huuhheehhh, Huuuheehhh,Huuuheehhh” His breath, Getting heavier over and over again, his fingers gripping his rifle and repositioning it in his hand over and over again, His heart beating like a passionate drummer. He looked to the left and saw the fear in the eyes of his peers to the right he saw his life long friend Jack, Who signed only to protect him. Then the loud bagpipe sounded off. The scream of the enemy as they prepared for an assault on their position. The sound of the guns cocking back at the same time. “CHARGE!” the words that made his heart sink. The Bagpipes began to play amazing grace and the men climbed over the wall. he looked to his left and already saw red mists push his brothers back into the trench lifelessly. He ran head pushed forward body hunched charging with bayonet pressed onward. The sound of whistling bullets brushed past him. His friend jack ran beside him. A loud blast began. His body jerked to the ground into the mud His body splattered in blood. He looked at his friend who now laid into multiple pieces. His heart sunk, Wounded like needles breaching the skin and piercing the heart. He got up Stanced ready and moved on. AHHHH he yelled without a stop as he pushed forward to the enemy bunker. “FUT” a sound of pain. His body now numb was now face down in the mud. the sounds of war filled one ear as the other was half way into the muddy ground. His chest filled with pain and wetness, A cold shock filled his body and he slowly could move less and less. His mind on his family the memories of early christmas mornings the laughter of the sounds of his mother who was surrounded by her children, And His sister protected from other men. The sounds of bagpipes played amazing grace as the family stand around a flag draped coffin of their fallen hero.


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