Sleep barely comes when you are hungry and cold
I try to replace sounds
I imagine the bombshells are birds chirping gleefully
The wizzing bullets I replace with the sound of leaves
The smell of gunpowder is no more
It is the sweet smelling dewdrops on flowers in a meadow.
You see what I see right?
Sometimes escaping reality is the only option one has...
It's hard to think that the person you talked to merely a second ago
Might never be able to talk again.
The pristine and friendly face you saw in the bunker right before you shut your eyes
Is full of bullet holes and blood
Cold and distant
When will it all be over?
Why did father send me here?
I don't know anything.
A new question tickles the darkest corners of my mind each passing second.
My birthday is coming soon
Or is it past that?
I don't know.
I know nothing but the fact that I have to fight.
Fight till I can't.
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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...
