Cold.
This is all I can say about my surroundings.
All I see is white.
A white blanket of fog covering us all.
It is dark now but we are not allowed to sit down.
It's been so long.
Last I counted was 2 days.
I haven't had anything to eat
I haven't had any sleep
All I have done is stand
With my weapon
And wait
Wait for an order
To shoot at anything in sight.
Even if it is our own troops.
Standing in this small trench,
With 30 other soldiers,
Is nothing but a nightmare.
I somehow manage to stand and put my situation into words.
My hands shake as I write using this small piece of charcoal.
My uniform does little to save me from this weather.
My fingers are blue and frostbitten
And my body is numb.
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Escape? : The Diary Of A German Soldier {On Hold}
General FictionWar.... Some wish it never happens and some wish it never ends. Join a soldier on the front as he fights for his country and also himself. Hear a German Soldier's account of the First World War through the yellowing pages of a diary, streaked with...
