Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

It was the beginning of World War One. The sun just started to dip behind the horizon. The sky is murky and grey. The clouds are black, surrounding us like symbols of death, reminding us soldiers of our mortality. The war planes whizzing through the sky were flying at rapid speed compared to the clouds that moved at their own pace, that has been given from God and it did not matter what else was happening beneath them. The heavens opened and heavy rain began to crash down. The lightning bolts as terrifying as knives attacking the sky like they were determined to destroy nature. Every one of my fellow soldiers were in the barracks and getting ready for battle. We were getting prepared for war. We were in the barracks with a few soldiers starting

It was not until March 1915 where the main activities on the British Expeditionary Force’s (BEF) front were artillery exchanges, sniping and mining operations. A couple of days later the Germans were beginning to throw grenades towards our side of the field. Explosions occurred near the barracks and only slaughtered 2 people. They were already starting to attack. However, we would be ready at 5am sharp and prepare for war. After a while, a lot of artillery bombardment had rapidly destroyed trenches, which had been built quickly and tended to be simple affairs. The bad weather and the destruction of pre-war drainage ditches also led to widespread flooding. No matter how cold or wet they were, the soldiers had to remain at their original

His case of trench foot has got so bad that he can no longer walk and just sits there all day, all night, awake, crying and complaining, until we all want him to disappear. As I looked up, I could feel and hear the roaring flames. The fire was still blazing and burning, with every single second creeping closer towards our trench. Every moment a bomb hits the ground, more fire is unleashed, spreading wildly. Sometimes soldiers that were too close to the edge would be severely burnt by the fire and couldn't move afterwards, skin blistered and raw. Thomas was out on the front line. I had been in this with him from the very beginning. I heard a horrific wailing noise. It was excruciating. I peered over outside to see what had happened, scared to see the truth. He had been repeatedly shot. He was moaning and groaning. He just lay there staring into the sky. I could tell that his life was slowly fading away. I was holding him when his eyes closed and his body went