Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

Through the mist of the morning, the scarlet leaves could be seen. In front stood a tree, waving its arms at me. The sky wasn’t visible to my sight, the deep grey clouds were disappearing, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Regardless, I continued my journey with my obsolete umbrella firmly tucked under my arm and against my battered coat; that I have been wearing for the past fifteen years. The roar of engines could be heard as I continued my journey. The mist thickened into a dense fog, mirroring my thoughts. Luckily, I could still make out the image of armoured vehicles. They were small, much smaller than the ones before…
The deafening sound of mortars engulfed me but it wasn’t loud enough to hide away shrieks of men, yelling and shouting. The ringing sound echoed in my ear getting louder and louder by the second. “We are under attack!” The screams of thousands of men drilled into my ears. We all scurried through the trenches like vulnerable mice seeking for shelter.
Men marched onto the fire step and started shooting. It was almost like a battle between these sounds. One by one men started falling. Blood erupted from their wounds and spewed out as they
Some of my comrades marched asleep, others limped with one boot. We were all blind. Behind us a small shell silently slammed onto the ground. Slowly a thin tendril of smoke stalked into the sky above us. “Gas!” I screamed. In an instance men started yelling, other stumbled to the ground. The green sea slowly started to engulf thousands of men. Some choked whilst other drowned. All plunged at me but I left and ran. They stared at me with hanging faces and writhing white eyes and blood came gargling from their froth corrupted lungs. Even the posturing giants dissolved in the drifts of smoke. When the gas finally vanished, all that I saw was the place rotting with dead. All I saw was bodies sprawling and grovelling in the mud like trodden sand