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Under a Green Sea, I saw him drowning

God i'm sorry this took so long i had all the inspiration but no motivation whatsoever. I promise I'm not gonna abandon this but i'm not gonna be able to stick to a schedule :P

Honestly I lied I said this'd be out by sunday sorry I've sort of had some stuff going on :/

Title from Wilfred Owen's poem Dulce et Decorum

Translation: 'It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.'

Btw most of the soldiers I name will be from famous war poets or soldiers. I'll mention who they are at the end :)

Summary: A series of mini events in which Captain and Havers endure trauma, death and just war tbh. Idk i was inspired by rememberance :P

This is a ww1 au so Cap and Havers are fighting on the front line and in the trenches :)

Havers POV

Most people say, hearing the gunshot is the best thing that can happen. It means that you're still alive. They're all bally well liars. It's better to die upon impact. Met a chap once, he agreed with me. A poet, I think he was. Owen. Wilfred Owen. That latin phrase, 'Dulce Et Decorum est pro patria mori', it was an old lie to get people to serve for their country. In a way, it makes sense. But only in a fantasy where you don't die. I'll tell you myself, a bullet to the chest is awful. Worse than that, actually. It's like living hell. Feels like your body is burning, yet your limbs and mind are cold, heavy, clouded. If not for the constant agony, it probably would've been rather pleasant. Recovery is the worst part. Constantly told to just try and feel better or go out to the trenches. Always reminded that someone else is doing much worse and that you should be grateful. But I'm not. I wish I had died there and then. It would've been so much easier. Then I'd have been at peace, and maybe Teddy could've come and joined me.

Captain POV

"Gas! Gas- Quick boys!" Teddy fumbled with his mask, barely pressing it to his face in time as another shell dropped further back. Through the thick yellow fog, however, he watched his companion, Colonel Mcrae drop to his knees, mask dropping from clumsy fingers. Yet another ethical dilemma, like all of the others he faced daily. Crouch beside the man and help him, risking his and so many other lives, or leave him to dir right there beside him. Teddy needn't another reason for him to be unhonorably discharged, so, rather reluctantly, he chose the latter. Trying to ignore his wheezing and dying companion, he loaded his rifle as the C.O called for fire. Seeing a bullet flying towards him, Teddy ducked, and as he did, he caught a final glimpse of Mcrae, eyes wide and white, breaths heavy yet wispy at the same time. There seemed to be a pause in fighting for a moment, and, in Teddy's head at least, everything was silent. As he moved down to comfort the man, who was now taking his final breaths, a voice sounded in his head. No, don't. He's dying, there's nothing you can do. They'll send you away, and you'll never see Will again. He wouldn't want to visit anyone like you, not some pathetic soldier with too much sympathy to be in a war, one that let so many die just for one man. He'd be ashamed.

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Hiya :] That kind of sucked sorry guys. I am gonna try and get better. I have a good GermanSpy!Havers fic I've been planning for a bit so I'll try and get that out soon.

Stay safe and healthy guys ;)

And Merry Christmas to those that celebrate 🎄

Ghost :]