I thought that after that traumatic experience, I thought that we would all be sent back to the training camps. No. That's not what happened. They sent us all to the battlefield because 'the medics there are a lot better trained there than back at the camps.' So you're telling me that if I died at the camps, the nurses and doctors would probably not know how to do CPR? Bollocks.
After what I had done, everyone accepted me into their groups because they probably wanted protection or something. I wasn't having any of it because I should've been accepted for who I truly was. When the adrenaline kicks in like that, I become a different person. We all become a different person. You do things you don't usually do, you can do things better than what you usually do.
When we got to the battlefield, there was a massive field with a bunch of bumps in it. I guess those will be good to hide under if I'm being shot at. The field was split into two parts, one was obviously our side and the other, was the 'enemies' side.
Honestly, I don't know why the soldiers didn't just refuse to fight. I mean, I would've done the exact same thing if I was born during this time. Just say you're not fighting and just get all of the leaders in the same room and get them to battle it out. It's not fair to get innocent people to fight your problems. Frankly, you call us cowardly if we don't fight, well just take one good look at yourself.
There were also a couple of tents but they weren't for us. Well, they were sort of for us. If we get wounded then we will end up there. I might actually fake an injury just to get into there. Anything is better than the trenches.
The tents were for the most important people like lieutenants, commanders and doctors/ nurses. The trenches were for us soldiers.
When we got into the trenches, there were benches along the side for us to sit on. They didn't look very sturdy because it's literally a piece of wood smashed into mud.
The mud was very damp which scared me a little bit because I didn't want it to fall on us during the night and suffocate us.
All we had to sleep was a sleeping bag and we had to sleep on the muddy floor. I thought that the quarters were very cramped but, this is a completely different level.
I was complaining about sleeping on Agatha's sofa, that seems like luxury now. This is even worse than sleeping on a cold, wooden floor.
I tried to go to sleep but it wasn't physically possible. I couldn't even light sleep because at any point, the other side could have thrown a chlorine bomb at us. War is unpredictable.
Eventually, it was war time. All of us woke up and supplied ourselves with weapons and other things that we could find.
We then lined up on the side of the battlefield. In the distance, you could see the opposing side doing the same thing.
"Guns up!" shouted Reynolds.
Everyone lifted up their guns, more specifically, an assault rifle and aimed them at the other side.
"Go!" he shouted.
When we started running, so did the other side. It was madness. Clearly, no one knew what they were doing apart from they were fighting for their lives. You could see that it affected people differently. Some people became reckless, others went mad. Some people just broke down.
People took cover on the bumps and when the coast was clear, they would shoot rapidly until they hit someone or until someone would start shooting at them.
People were running rapidly on the battlefield for one of two reasons, they were either running because people were shooting at them, or, they were moving to change places so they wouldn't get caught. Imagine a whole opposing team knowing where you are. That's basically suicide.

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