All Quiet Incident

  • Category: Philosophy
  • Words: 1130
  • Grade: 12
My life flashed before my eyes. The terror in my blood thickened after each explosion. My heart thudded violently and felt as if it were going to leap out of my chest. My stomach was twisted in a knot and I felt nauseated. Men were falling quickly and the trenches were filling with bodies. I was the commanding officer of the German platoon that day in a hellish nightmare. Why did we have to continue fighting? We had to. The carnage and chaos had to continue. We had to win, but I was scared to death.
Things were blowing up all around us. The roar of the gunfire sounded like popcorn popping in a microwave. My head was pounding due to all of the bombing. The sky was gloomy and I could almost taste the blood and rotting flesh eating away inside my mouth. It was perfect death weather. We were in the core of the attack and I could almost feel the fear every man was feeling all at once. I felt terror beyond belief and I couldn't seem to pull myself together. I was new to all of the chaos. All of the dead bodies and bullets whizzing by were like a hell on earth. There was no reason why any man should be subject to that kind of environment. The thing that was most vivid and that I will always remember was the terrible screams of injured and dying men. Their faces looked terrified and unsure if they were going to live to see the dawn of a new day.
In the peak of the chaos I dove into a dug out and slammed into the hard, dirt wall that surrounded me. All of a sudden, Baumer fell into the same dugout with me. He looked about 8 feet tall when he slammed into the dug out next to me. His helmet glistened on his head and he almost looked like the man in charge. He was covered in blood and dirt but his face almost had no expression. He was very calm and cool and looked very sure of what to do. His eyes had no terror or panic in them at all.
I had a bloody scratch on my arm and I quickly faked like I was badly wounded. Paul glared at me and looked very disgusted at what I was doing. It seemed as if Paul knew what I was up to and he quickly leaped out of the hole and returned to battle. I remained in the hole in a fetal position and I could feel myself losing my mind. Mud was pouring in the dug out and a river of it landed directly on my head. I looked down to see that it was flesh of soldiers and mud mixed together. I felt the bile rise in my throat but I tried as hard as I could to keep from vomiting. Before I got a chance to throw up, Paul came crashing into the dugout again. He landed hard and nearly lost his balance. He dropped his gun in the flesh pool at our feet but he quickly reached down and snagged it. He barked at me and screamed "Get out!" I was terrified beyond rational thought and I really couldn't make out what he was saying because of all of the loud insanity around me. After yelling some more at me, he started throwing punches. He kicked me in the ribs and he knocked my head against the wall. "You swine, you cow," he yelled after each punch. I took each blow like a man and didn't fight back. Here I was supposed to be a leader and a teacher to all of these soldiers and I was in a corner taking shots from a nobody. With every blow that Paul struck me with, the more respect I began to have for him. He had to be the bravest man that I had ever met during battle. I knew his logic on what was driving him. He knew it wasn't right for me to stay in a hole hiding from the hell outside while everyone else around me was fighting for their lives.
Paul ended up throwing me out of the dugout headfirst. My head hit the ground hard and bullets began to laser past my head yet again. I tried to regain my senses and managed to stand up. My legs felt wobbly and I was about to fall back into the pit I was just beaten in. I somehow got my balance and looked around. Soldiers were dropping like flies and blood-curtailing screams were coming from all directions. That is the magnitude of the horror, waiting for that one stray bullet to come and strike you. For that one fragment to open up your stomach. For that one explosion to rip you in two. A heavy explosion landed a few feet from where I was standing and I hit the deck hard. I landed on my stomach and covered my head. I had landed in a pool of a young recruit's blood. My helmet rolled off but I quickly placed it back on my head while I was on the ground stunned. My whole body was shaking violently and my teeth chattered so hard I bit my tongue. I felt the sharp pain in my mouth and I could feel a good amount of blood oozing out between my lips. I spat out both blood and a huge chunk of my own tongue. I was covered in mud and blood. I stumbled to my feet again. The explosion snapped me out of my temporary coma and I quickly ran like hell to safety.
War is one of or if not the most terrible and dreadful experiences that any man had to experience during World War 1. Life seemed so much more powerful and meaningful that day as I laid and hid to stay alive in the trenches. People don't realize how fruitful their lives can be or how good they have it until they are put in a situation where their lives are in jeopardy. Life is a thing to be cherished and I am glad I escaped with my life that day and wasn't left to die in the nightmare of war.


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