Thunder roared overheard, shaking the very foundations of the trench. Puddles of muddy water began to rise up as the pouring intensified through the storm. Gunshots wailed past the posts, imbedding themselves forever in the dirt. "Somebody please help! I can't move my legs..."
Several mangled bodies were thrown up against the wall of the trench, blocking the pathway to the west dugout. "Private Wallace! Can you hear me?" A rough voice exclaimed from the other side of the bodies.
"Y- Yes I can..." He responded as loud as he could muster, his entire body aching.
A bolt of lightning lit up the darkened trench, illuminating the muddy shadows just enough where private Wallace saw a tiny gap in between the bodies.
After a long pause the voice finally spoke up again. "Private Wallace, I need you to crawl over here."
"Sir, I can't move my legs!" Private Wallace cried out, trying his hardest to move
"Boy, do you want to die like this? Drowning in the torrential downpour of bullets and rain because you couldn't gather the strength to crawl?"
Private Wallace sat there, listening to the bullet shells whizz past the top of the trench. "No sir, no I don't!"
With all the strength he had left in him, he began clawing his way through the muck, digging his fingernails into the ground as he hauled himself forward towards the bodies. "I'm almost there..." He exclaimed through the skin of his teeth, trying to ignore the excruciating pain.
His body was sapped of all the strength he had, but with one more heave he threw himself through the gap and rolled into the mud. In front of him was the west dugout, barely illuminated by the light hanging from the ceiling. "Private!"
An older man stepped through the doorway, obviously very injured and worn. "...Major Wagner, you're alive?" Private Wallace exclaimed
"Just barely..." he groaned as he clenched his side.
"Alright, let's get you up." He said, leaning down.
Private Wallace screamed in agony as his body was lifted up, his legs hanging limp.
"We're gonna get you out of here"
"What?"
"I said we're gonna get you out of here private"
"Whe-" His voice shook in fear. "Where am I?"
Major Wagner gazed at him.
"Who are you? What am I doing here?"
The rain calmed just a little bit, and the thunder quieted down.
"Stay in there private, just rest."
"What happened to my legs? Why can't I move them?"
"Oh boy, I've lost too much blood" Major Wagner groaned.
He collapsed onto the ground, throwing Private Wallace out of his arms. His face sunk into the mud. Private Wallace slowly rolled over, staring ahead. A group of soldiers rounded the bend, carrying stretchers and first aid kits.
Private Wallace's vision became blurry, and the men slowly became dots in his vision. "Where is she?"
