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World at War

It was a cool November. The year was 1917, and hell had just walked out to the earth. I didn't think it was going to be like this, when I joined the U.S. Army. Even do I knew that it was going to be dangerous, I did not expect this. The numbers of bodies was right in front of me. The faces was so massacred from grenades that I didn't even recognize who they were. My squad, 6th rangers, was almost wiped out. The German machineguns had brutally slaughtered one after another of our soldiers. It was not a pretty sight. Seeing my squad and friends falling down, screaming for mercy and help. It was hard not to help them, but knowing that the Germans would send their bullets of death right into me. I would just die for nothing. The rule was simple. If you stepped out to the no man's land, you were dead. It doesn't get easier than that. They called our base "A soldier's grave" cause it was more dead men here than living. I just wanted home, back to America, back to my family and friends. But it was too late. The only way to get home was to wipe these Germans out. There was only one problem. They were ten men and we were three. The odds were not pointing our way, but we can't just take our white flag up and give up? No, we had to fight, even if it meant that we had to die for it.

"MacMillan, come over here" my commander shouted. "What is it commander?" I asked. His real man was Dan Dimitri. "Ok, this is the situation, as you know we are pinned down by their machinegun. And we only have food for today, so we can't hold this hill tomorrow. We have to have an assault tonight." He said with a voice that almost sounded happy, that he also was glad that this soon would be over. "Is that understood private?" He asked. "Yes serge" I answered and started crawling back to my post. "And private?" I turned around to him "Go and get some rest now, you will need it tonight" He commanded. "Copy that sarge, hoo-raa" I answered and smiled to my commander. He looked awful with a dirty mustache. "hoo-raa, private, hoo-raa" he whispered when I lied down to sleep.

I woke up. It was night and what a beautiful night it was. The stars slightly shone up battlefield and gave it a glance that I had never seen. I took up my rusty, smelling helmet and sat it on my head. Hopefully this would be the last time that I would use it. Through the whole war I had never killed anyone. That cud change tonight. I checked my gear once more to see if I had everything, and started walking over to the others. They both sat up and smoked a cigar. "Cigar MacMillan?" My fellow private asked. His name was Andrew Macdonald. He was a short but strong man, with red hair and a face that was always smiling, well almost. Now he looked dead serious and took at deep inhale from the cigar. I got one to and started to smoke it. I had never tasted tobacco before, even do I was eighteen and I cud really feel it. "This is the plan boys, we throw one smoke each and run right inn." The commander said. "Are you mad!?" Andrew shouted, sounding like crazy. "It's suicide!" He argued. "Shout up private, and listen to what I'm saying." Andrew shouted up, and looked mad. "I have seen that they are using some kind of hole, right in the middle if the no man's land" He said. Andrew and I listen carefully. The only sound now was some explosions from a faraway place. "I we throw our smokes over that hole, we can jump in to it while the Germans is occupied. Then we take them out. We climb through and take them out. Make them pay for what they did." He said, encouraging. From Andrew it came a big smile "So what the hell are we waiting for, let's take them out" He shouted.

We lined up. It was now or never. "Take on your gas mask." Commander said. I took on my gas mask. "Ready? Throw it now!" Dan shouted and everybody threw their smoke grenades to the enemy base. "Wait" Andrew said. Now the smoke came dancing up form their base and German words were shouting into the night. "Go!" Dan shouted and we started to run. "Go Andrew you first!" Dan commanded and Andrew jumped down, Dan threw a grenade over to the enemy base. After some seconds we heard a blast and some German screams. Dan jumped down and me after. The cave that the German used was much better then what we had. Dan was already at the end of the tunnel, so I ran after him. I came out and raised my rifle. A German that was very skinny and with a grey uniform aimed for Andrew, which was occupied shooting Germans that tried to escape. I quickly aimed down the sight and lined the German up. I had done this a hundred of times before on dolls, and wood statues. It was too late.

Andrew fell to the side with his half of his face gone. The German came with a bayonet and stuck right trough Andrews head. "No!" Dan came from nowhere and took up his gun. He pulled the trigger. Dan's hand got raped with blood and he kicked the German away. I still got the German in sight, but for was use? He was dead, Andrew to and all because of me. How cud I? I was a soldier, I was meant to be a killing machine. Maybe I didn't have the guts? "Let's split up" Dan said. "You take to left corridor and I take the right. The scumbags can't have gotten too far."He was on his guard. "Remember" He said. "Stay frosty" Now he was out of sight. And I was alone. I checked my rifle again and started moving. I was in a new room now, it looked like to be and kitchen. Suddenly a German officer came running towards me. He had a long bayonet in his weapon. I pulled the trigger. I didn't even aim, but I hit him any ways. I fired again and he fell on his back. I fired again and again. I pulled the trigger again, but no shot. I was out of ammo. And I hadn't anymore left, didn't even have a gun. I found my hunting knife and started to move on. The next room was very small, and it was full of bodies. Into the wall on the other side of the bodies a German commander sat. He had a black uniform and a black beret. I walked slowly to him. An easy target. I took my knife, got it ready for the strike when suddenly. The commander kicked a hard kick right into my stomach. He took my knife and sat it in my chest. Now he stood over me, pointing a gun right at me. My life was over. The German fell. Dan sat on top of him and knocked his face right on the ground with his bare fist. The German got a grip on Dan and punched him in the face. Dan fell over and started to spit blood. The German sat on top of Dan and punched him over and over again. Dan didn't fight back. All hope was gone. We were going to die. I started to shiver when I felt the blade form the knife got deeper in my chest. My heart pumped faster. I took and hard grip around the knife and pulled it out. I screamed. The pain was like getting shot nine hundred times. The German looked up on me, I threw the knife right into his heart and he fell over. He was dead.

I woke up. But with a different feeling than last time. My chest was in serious pain. Dan was helping me. I looked on his face and saw that it was bloody and destroyed. His mustache was red now. We got a little longer up and saw a big opening. To freedom. The sun was rising slowly up from the horizon. What a beautiful sight. The birds were singing so nice. "STOP!" Dan stopped. He turned around slowly. In front of us was a jeep full of soldiers. German Soldiers. "Thanks for all private" he whispered in my ear. "Hoo-raa" I whispered back. Then two shots came and everything got black.

This is a history to all the soldiers that fought and died in the battle for peace.

Av: Hans Christian 9C

Nå hva syntes dere? Håper på litt tilbake melding. Jeg må også si at egentlig var teksten på 1880 ord, men måtte kutte ned (Lærerne sa det ble for mye) så derfor innholder den kanskje ikke så mange detaljer og andre viktige ting for å lage en bra historie, men uansett håper dere likte den :)