The first battle started, 28/7/1914.
I stood there staring at the pouring red blood dripping down into marshy trench, the first man got killed on our side. People knew we would get killed, but this fast, WOW!
The lethal weapons shred through their crusty skin like a knife through a potato. One after another men fell down, blood squirting everywhere.
The Major started yelling out, “You, you, and you!”
He’s pointing to me, I stand to attention.
“You’re up!” I began slowly walking up the old, wooden, blood shattered ladder. Then everything’s gone dark, it’s never light again.