Private Timothy's Last moments

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would the world be like if you died in the middle of WW1? Read Private Timothy's short story...

Submitted: May 01, 2008

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"BOOM" The impact of the shell hit me, like a dozen fully loaded trucks, my knees buckled and I fell unto the battered terrain. My whole body was on fire, I couldn't move. Lifting one finger brought a piercing pain that ran through mybody like a jolt of lightning. The earth beneath me trembled, rocks sprung up around me, machine gunfire exploded in the air above me. And yet I still couldn't move. I opened my craggy lips, I forced a sound, anything that I could muster. But nothing came. Had I been hit? I didn't know. I couldn't do anything whatsoever. I had fallen into chaos. Men plumted to the ground, like the hunted. Every wounded or dead body made the ground shake with rage. Every shell sent bitter screams of anguish through the thick ivory air. Feet trudged past me, men shouted. But none came to my aid. I tried to move again, my brain demanded the movement of my body, yet nothing happened. my arms and legs stayed limp and lifeless by my side. A man had pounded to the ground beside me, he was dead, bullets punctured the flesh in his face, disforming it. Several bullet wounds covered his head, his mouth was hanging from his face like a spare part, the deep crimson blood dripping unto the ground like a scrafice. I closed my eyes, I prayed...God couldn't let me die. It was a fact, I had left Delila, my pregnant wife that I had just married. We were going to start a family, I was going to have kids, be a father...God don't do this to me!! my lungs were burning, I couldn't breath any longer. My life flashed before my very eyes, I saw my devious brother Freddy, with his glinting green eyes and slicked black hair, my mother Mary, her radiant and brilliant smile that always lit up the room, I saw my serious father,who always wanted the best,friends, cousins,aunts, uncles flickered through my memory. I could taste the sulforous gas from a gas bomb, Delila appeared before me, her waxen face smiled at me, her lucid blue eyes comforted me, she told me that she would be Ok, its gonna be ok. The war will end. My breaths were decreasing in pace, every breath became work. The shouting and the noises became silent. All the feet that came past me made no sound. All I could hear were my struggled breaths. A pair of Army boots stepped in front of my face. I couldn't see the owner. Armsgripped me. Theylifted my body, I exhaled air, an explosion of light and warmth greeted me. It was time to go home.

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Delila

"Thank God!" I exclaimed, relief seemed to relax every single part of my body. The war was over, Timothy would be coming back home! I placed the newspaper on the coffe table and heaved my self up from my rocking chair. "Mother! the war is over!" I exclaimed, waddling over to the hallway door. My mother ws bent over, she seemed to be readinga pile of papers. I laughed. "Did you already know?" I muttered moving to her side. She looked into my face, hercheeks were sodden with damp tears, her eyes were a sharp red, She tried to shieldthem but it didn't work, I had already seen. She didn't say anything, just handed me the sheet of paper. It was a letter.

I'm very sorry to Inform you that a loved one, Timothy Smith has died fighting for his counrty. The brave man died on Novemeber the 11th, he had died an hour before the war was to end. We're very sorry for your loss...

I didn't read the rest, I dropped the letter, no tears came, nothing. I felt empty raw, like somethingvital had been ripped out of me. My mother just looked at me. I turned on mu heel and walked back into the living room. I spotted Tim's pipe in the far corner. Then that's when the tears came, like violent waterfalls, my whole body shuddered backwards. I colapsed against the wall. He was gone. He was gone. And he was never coming back. My child will be farther less, I couldn'tsurvive, I couldn't go on without him by my side. My world was falling into a unforgiving abyss. One hour before the end of the war!! How could that be!! Why me? Could I go on?

I had to pull myslef together, I know Tim would want me to, I had to be bright, I had a child in meI had a future, of course it's not going to be with Tim, but I have no time for grief, I had to make him proud. I know he's going to be smiling down on me.

I sat back in my rocking chair, I grabbed some tissues and dabbed my blotchy face. It ws time for a new beginning


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