WWI - blood, guts, and mud

In the fields of France | 1918

A soldier marches in a line, single-file style, holding the sling on his m1903. The soldier has his doughboy helmet on correctly, his short brown hair underneath, and blue eyes. his gas mask bag around his neck, his uniform is new. He marches. He has a M1917 revolver fastened to the left back side of his waist. They reach the trench. "Alright soldiers, some of you don't know what this war is like. I want you to make sure that you listen to commands and don't get yourself killed." The commander yells. "Sir!" Everyone yells. The soldier walks around the trench and finds a small room. And he sees the artillery hideout near it. He enters the small room and sits in there. "Okay, I think I can calm down here," he says. "Êtes-vous des renforts ?" A French says striking a match and lighting a lantern. "What?" "Sorry, you are reinforcements, non?" "Oh, I am," "Bien sûr que tu es un Yankee," the French says. "Okay Frog." "Oi!" "I know what Yankee means!" "D'accord, d'accord," "well, since I'm here, I'm William, uh, William Gabriël," "well I am Henri Soleil," the sound of a whistle blows. "Across no man's land!" Someone yells. "Allez!" Will runs up the stairs and up the latter to no man's land. "Run!" William runs next to another American. The sounds of a MG go off. The American next to him gets shot in the head. "What the f- AHH!" William falls into an artillery hole. Water and mud splashes everywhere, he sinks into the water. A corporal lifts Will up. "You alright soldier?!" He yells. "Yeah!" "Come on than!" Will wipes his eyes to see a blonde haired, steel-blue eyed man. "Thank you," "you can thank me by surviving!" He yells. Will fastens his m1917 bayonet on his Springfield. He fires a couple of shots. He gets up and runs towards the trench. He jumps in and stabs a German in the side. "Oh my gosh," a German tackles him. "Get off of me!" He yells. Will reaches for his Colt revolver. Someone stabs a bayonet into the back of the German. They kick the German to the wall and shoot them in the chest with a shotgun blast. "Get up soldier!" They yell, Will picks up his rifle. "Da ist ein Yankee!" A German yells. Will shoots the German in the torso. Will runs through the trench. A German comes around the corner and pins Will to the wall with his rifle. Will is holding him back with his two hands on his rifle. He pulls his sidearm out with his left hand and shoots the German in the gut. He stabs the bayonet into the German. The German goes limp. A German shoots at Will. He fires his rifle into the helmet of the German. "How many are there!" He yells. A German grabs an American soldier. "Help!" The American yells. He gets stabbed in the shoulder twice. And tries to resist being stabbed in the chest. Will runs up and stabs the German with his bayonet pinning the German into the floor. He pulls the bayonet out of the ground and soldier. "Thank you," "get yourself to safety," Will responds. A German comes at Will with their bayonet. Will shoots the guy. A German general comes at Will. Will pins him to the wall with his bayonet. Will takes the bayonet off of the German rifle. "This is a keep," a German slams Will into the trench wall. His rifle falls to the ground, the German uses a shovel. He hacks at Will hitting the wall. Will pulls his revolver and shoots the German in the chest. And than in the head. Will falls looks up to see an American flag placed on top of the trench. "We've captured the trench!" The flag raiser says. Will smiles. Will goes around the trench. He sees the artillery shelter. Two Bodies lay in there, one is so mutilated. The other was shot in the chest. He looks at the Germans body, he pulls out a full clip, he pockets it. He searches the inside of the coat for anything. He looks at a picture of a Germans girl and the German dog tag. ꜰʀɪᴛᴢ ᴡᴀʟᴅ . The picture of the girl is dull colored but still able to make out. The girl is young looking 20-25 years. The soldier also looks like 20-25. The girl is blonde and blue like eyes, she's wearing a searcher cap, although she's wearing a white floral dress her hair is wavy and long. She looks happy and nice. Will flips the photo. It reads, "Meine Liebe, Anna Jung. Ich liebe dich so sehr. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, zu dir nach Hause zu gehen." Will looks at the German. He's dead. The German has light blue eyes and bright blonde hair, you would almost think it's white. He puts the picture into a safe place in his bag. Will takes a button off of the Germans uniform. He writes in a note book. He rips the page off. "The Button of a dead German, Fritz Wald. He was too young." He wraps the button in the note. Will sees the Corporal from earlier. "Hey, sir!" He yells. "Yes?" "Thank you for earlier." "You're welcome. George Hart." He says holding his right hand out. His left hand is flat on his side. His right hand looks like he's trying not to shake from shell shock. Will shakes his hand. "William Gabriël," "ignore my hand shaking, I haven't quite recovered from my shell shock. I'd like to get to know you son." "You too sir." "Call me Hart." "thank you, Hart," the shotgunner runs towards Will. "Thank you too," Will says. "John Boschi," "William Gabriël," "stick with me and you won't die, promise?" "Sure, promise. And you won't die with me, promise." "Okay," a radio starts playing 'Over There' and four soldiers stand, holding shoulder to shoulder, buddy-buddy. "And we won't come back till it's over, over there!" They all sing. "You Yankees are fun," a Belgian says in a Dutch accent. "Yankees zijn leuk!" He yells. He puts down his Mauser Model 1889. Will joins them. "-That the yanks are coming," the radio stops. "Hey, if we don't advance towards the Krauts, how a bout we send the Wankers here." An Irishman says. "If you don't like it, than let's sing It's a long way to Tipperary," "it's not a bad song," Will says. "Soldiers, we're going to attack the Krauts tomorrow." "But it's a forest back there," Will says, "Het komt wel goed Amerikaans, you'll be good," the Belgian says in broken English. "Oh uhm. I'm Will Gabriël," "Lucas Willems," "pleasure to meet you," "you too," "rest up soldiers." "Dat is onze keu, that is the cue." He says heading into a pocket in the wall. Will walks into the artillery shelter and sleeps on the bench. "Hallo, Hallo? Ze bellen ons." Lucas says. "Huh?!" Will jumps up. "Calling," Lucas says. "Alright thanks Lucas," "Will!" John says. "You're with me and Hart." "Can I bring Lucas?" He says pointing at Lucas who is admiring a German M1910 Visor cap. He picks it up and puts it in his bag. "Sure," Lucas stands next to Will straightening his posture. "Lucas, stay with us," "Oké," He picks up his rifle and slings it. "Can I get a picture of you four?" A photographer says, "yes!" John says. They take the picture, "can I have the photo?" Will asks. "Yeah," they say handing it to him. "out of the trench!" A soldier yells. They all climb up the ladders. Will runs into the forest, the others follow. They run forward. "I don't see any," Hart says. A soldier walks past them. "You're right I don't eith-." A MG 15 blows the soldiers collarbone and up. "Get down!" They run to their flank. Lucas gets hit in the gut. "Neuken!" He yells. "Go! I'll help him!" Will screams. "Can you run?" "Ja," "good than run!" They both catch up to the others. They run towards what looks like a German defense. They head towards it. Soldiers run behind them and Germans fire. Soldiers fall and grenades are thrown. Soldiers charge. A man with a BAR shoots at the Germans. They stand near each other. An artillery shell hits near Will sending him into a crater. John is shotgunning Germans Slam-firing. He's pinned on both sides. An ambush. He blows a Germans jaw off splattering blood everywhere. And stabs and fires the gun blowing a soccer ball sized hole while it's in the German. He cuts a Germans face and shoots the other. He tries to load his gun. A German shoots him in the cheek, killing him instantly. "John..." Will says. Everything is muffled and ringing. He grabs the BAR off of a mutilated corpse. Not even recognizable. Will hip fires the M1918. He hits Germans in the face blowing them up. And the torso blowing large holes making the walls behind them red. He keeps firing until dry. He grabs a Springfield and shoots a German in the head. A German tries to get him, Will stabs the German and fires the gun. He shoots another soldier in the throat making them choke on blood. A grenade blows a soldier up sending his torso with his intestines sticking out on the ground. Will shoots a MG Gunner. A man tries to raise the American flag. Someone shoots him. Will pulls his revolver out and shoots the German three times. Will puts the flag up bullets fly. Artillery booms. He puts the flag up in the Blood, Guts, and Mud.