Bullets wizzing by, just passing overhead.
Screams filling the air, of complete terror, consuming all.
The thundering of artillary, llanding too close.

Looking left, a guy looses his arm.
A granade explodes,
Blood spraying everywhere.

The rain pouring from the heavins.
Hearing a whistle, another shell coming.
Diving for cover.

The crash of multiple shell hit,
not but a few hundred metres from you.
Bodies hurlded in the air.

Fear choking you,
your first time in the field.
Eyes wide, incapable of blinking.

Sergeants rallying  their troops.
A tug on your sleeve.
Its time to move.

Running for dear life,
as fast as possible.
A mine goes off, shredding five people.

Two were your best friends.
Gotta keep moving,
Bullets streaking by.

Tripping, you fall on your face, landing in ankle deep mud.
Heart pounding, threating to burst from your chest.
Turning over, ones cought you.

Instintively you raise your gun.
A jolt hits you, seeing the mussle flare.
His head explodes in blood and brain landing on you.

No one could prepair you for this.