Rains In The Paid: The First World War

RATS IN THE MUD

War, a ferocious fight between man that not only physically but mentally damages everyone. Men who have families, wives , kids are lucky enough to go back home with all their limbs and wit to them . It was said to be the war to end all wars, THE GREAT WAR OF WORLD but there was nothing great about it . I was a young man at the time of my enlistment into the army and had to leave my little town of Clarksville ,Tennessee . I hugged my mother and father like it was the last time I would ever see them. I remember the ride to the shipping port where I would be shipped off the Europe it was a mixture of the excitement of seeing new places and serving my country and the fear of not coming back to see the ones I love . I was assigned
That night I couldn't sleep knowing the fact that i might be killed by artillery overnight. Early the next morning we suited up and met up with the rest of the battalion that i was to work with. As we moved into position the tanks rolled in behind us and you could hear the aeroplanes and i swear on the life of my mother if you looked close enough you could see the Red Baron , one of the most feared and respected men in the skies. It twas a rainy day, some clouds here and there not a lot of sunlight but just enough to see the hell on earth that we've just walked into. Bodies of both allies and central powers soldiers faced down in the mud, men running at each other bayonet in hand stabbing his foe to the ground leaving him to die or brutally beating him with a shovel, mace , rock and even their bare hands . The explosions of the artillery shells hitting the ground were either followed by a loud scream or the rag dollish figure of what was left of a man who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Every man was either running towards the enemy or back to his trench only to be shot by his own men for being a coward in battle. We set up the cannons as the Colonel blew his whistle to let the “rats” as some men would call them