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Trench Warfare

We were restless in the trenches, covered in mud and eating the same rotten rations every day, some of my close friends lay shivering in the trenches embracing their photos of family back home. I remember talking to some soldiers and thinking back to the days when we signed up for the army, how glorious it all seems, I had imagined nothing like this would happen, machine gun bullets flying in mid-air finding it’s piece of meat. Machine guns had proven their worth in the war, bringing new meaning to the word “slaughter”. The rain had been falling for endless amounts of weeks; along with my comrades we were drenched in our clothes.

It was truly that time I felt like there was no hope to be hoped, nothing left to fight for, each gram of soil we fought for meant more bloodsheds echoing through our trenches. And what do I get in return for this? Rations?? I better hope not!

Our imbecile of a sergeant honestly knew nothing at all, wonder how he got into the army, mocking our every mistake, side by side in the trenches we suffered a terrible cruelty that no man should ever undertake, it all started to seem very similar, gunfire then casualties, then comes the still silent air, like the eye of the storm, then it breaks into a cold wind when the enemy truly believes there is more need to be done, needless to say the gunfire begins.

One thing I hated was the rats, they infested throughout our trenches and took violence into there small dirty hands, gorging themselves on human remains grotesquely disfiguring soldiers by eating their eyes and livers, they were HUGE! I even clubbed a couple to death. It was futile, who would have known that a single rat could reproduce hundreds of offspring’s in a year, spreading infection and contaminating our so called “precious” food.

Our commanding officer forced us to do daily chores, refilling the sandbags regardless of the torrential rain causing our “glamorous houses” to accumulate muddy water, making life ever more miserable, not to mention not being able to move, and I’m not joking, each soldier has 2 metres to himself and maybe 3 if he wanted to risk sharpshooters.

And what could I say?
Life in the trenches were utterly remarkable!

Come on people.

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Nahh, i'll keep my stories for Hollywood.

Come on U fools!
Post smth!!!
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Oh lord, this topic really has hit the clunge.

> Apoci

Interesting story.

Something special for this topic and the story lover Apoci. )

I believe that it will be complicated to understand this story. I used theme from a movie Half Light.

I’m sitting at an old bureau in the old Lighthouse of Fearhem’s island and thinking about everything that happened.

How can a man feel so contradictory feelings? Why do you sometimes get the feeling that you’ve done something completely wrong?

I became attached to her. That’s why I wasn’t able to comply with greedy power of money avidity. I couldn’t wreck her completely. Things, which we had done, were basely. I really hope that she will understand it and will forgive me for everything I have done, just like I understood it but wasn’t able to forgive. To myself…

I remember our strolls at the coast of the rocky beach. I remember how we symbolic buried our first memory – a shell in the sands of the dune. You were smiling and it caused hesitation, concern and anxiety inside me. I smiled back to you, knowing that my smile wasn’t true. In that moment, that smile was the biggest liar in all my life, this untruthful and treacherous smile. However I couldn’t…

Message about my death astonished you. You didn’t want to believe it. You blindly believed my delusive radiance. I wasn’t able not to notice that it penetrated your body every time when we felt intimacy. Unfortunately it all was lie. Even the seaport wasn’t real.

You came hurrying to the forsaken island. To the lighthouse, which was an impulse for everything you were searching for and will-o’-the-wisp for everything you found. Memories… answers…

You found all of the criminals… all saboteurs – your husband, your best friend and of course me as well.

Although you didn’t see the things you really wanted to, you were shocked and in a funk. I had a feeling that your emotions became equivocal. You realized that it all was lie. You were cruelly tortured without your knowledge. You unselfishly, silly and blindly believing to a stranger were ready to pass on farther than a loving mother. But this readiness was sightless, the place and the happening – inspiring.

Even if you felt shocked when you found out that you love a dead person, who’s alive, you had to know 1 thing. I was alive but my identity was defunct. Brazen lie? – It would be nice if it’s so.

Lighthouse’s balcony… this small round, confined formation and I… but not yet, you still haven’t seen everything.

Saboteurs – people, who were influenced by greediness. Let their perfidious souls and flesh to be drenched in blood. Greedy people drain all the good from the innocent. Such people don’t deserve to live. They deserve to drown in their clotted covetousness.

And yet, everything I did with these people doesn’t justify me in your eyes, in the front of my destiny.

And there I’m standing at this wonderful balcony of the lighthouse. In the top, uppermost. Standing on these railings make me feel a partial freedom. Fog, sea, wind and the small raindrops over it all.   I pluck up the courage and hearing your footsteps approaching I jumped…

In the front of your eyes for a moment appeared a heart-braking sight. Only the rough see cliffs and stones down there and my very last deed, which goes hand in hand with the death and my doom.

Money changes people… you would be a great, famous and rich writer. I really hope that you became one.   Unfortunately I wasn’t there with you to experience it.

But what remains? – Healed wounds, dead love, our shell in the sands of the beach, incurable scars and of course – memories, which are ceased to burn like a ship, which is going by the coast seeing the glimmer of the trustful and treacherous lighthouse. And with every single moment the light becomes dimmer till the moment when you can’t see it anymore. It’s not going to light up earlier than our life roads will cross again. I will be waiting… but please, don’t hurry…

My soul has been ready for transmigrating over the river of eternity for years, but there’s still one place in my boat – which is free.