Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

The brutal war had just begun.
The fog was heavy, the distance we were able to see was less than 30 yards from our position.
My men and I separated, The fog became misty and darkness began falling rapidly.
I thought I had walked more than far enough to be able contact the soldiers on the right and left side of the field.
We had started setting up a huge barbed wire in front of our defensive position.
In our trench I could see filthy, weak men with sacks twice the size of them on their backs.
The sacks were filled with heavy ammunition and aid for the badly injured soldiers.
An aircraft appeared in the night sky. Bombs were being dropped on the Germans side of the battlefield.
Me and my men rushed towards the opposite side knowing the fact that

they were going to die.
But that never stopped them from giving up.

I could see the German soldiers on fire burning in the blistering heat. I could smell gun
powder burning away from every bullet fired from a gun. I could hear the sounds of soldiers screaming,
guns shouting, bombs exploding and the rain showering away the bloods of those who have fallen.
I could feel the weight of the gun i was holding, the metal reminded me of the first time i had fired
a bullet from a gun. As ammunition exploded around them a German soldier had escaped
from the bullets we had fired, he returned to his trench revealing other soldiers of his own,
injured with serious wounds, some began to fall.