Personal Narrative: All Quiet On The Western Front

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It's been about 168 hours, which would mark a full week since I left my home and Mother to fight for my country. The year is 1914 and it is the 28th of september it has been about two months since the the Great War started. Back home in Loudon all the old timers think this is the war that will end all wars. Me personally I don't know if it will end any conflict, I do hope it does though. I haven’t even seen any major battles yet but as my battalion and I keep moving to the front lines we see the destruction, the death, the chaos that this war has inflicted upon all of Europe. Just yesterday as my battalion which is 2nd battalion and another battalion which is 4th battalion were moving east to support the troops on the front lines we saw it. …show more content…

It’s is a different feeling when the ground rumbles and shakes from the incoming and outgoing heavy guns. Speaking of heavy guns on our way to the trenches me and my company got the pleasure of seeing our heavy guns up close. I think that it brought a good feeling to everyone that knew they were getting backed up by those immense field artillery. As we approached the trenches two of the soldiers in my company got hit by a flying projectile. Know one really knew where it came from, I mean considering that there is constant chaotic bullet fire on both sides it could of been a sniper. That is a eerie feeling not knowing if there is a sniper or snipers that watch the reinforcements go into the trenches. What does the sniper just chose out of all your fellow soldiers who is gonna die today. Anyways we were told that me and my squad will spend the next four days on the front lines. How are we gonna do it. After we spend four days here we go to a reserves camp and then rotate back in. It seems like all of the men have gone through hell, even more than hell. I keep telling myself that I need to keep my head down and get home to my mom. It will be in three months that I will finally go back home. I need to get back home and soon I already hate it here and three months is gonna be too long. There is so much death, diseases, hatred, and hate. Hate for the enemy side and hatred for cause of everyone's suffering here. As a child I never really cared about the sundays me and my parents took to go to church. Now it's all I can think about. I think of god and of the miracles that i’m praying

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