The next day I woke up, as Sergeant sounded her flute. I immediately woke up, and ran into my usual position. Alex and Grotny had already lined themselves in the defensive position. I sighed, as I put both of my arms onto the usual machine gun I held in my whole service.
With another personel stabilising it, and always ready to change the ammunition whenever it's empty. As usual, it's just a constant shelling from both sides, as my finger already sticks on the trigger. I aimlessly shot my weapon, as I am not sure where the enemies are between these grey smoke craters, hoping that some bullets would hit a few men charging into our trench.
As my eyes became clearer now, and the smoke vanished away. Surprisingly, all I see are just bodies lying everywhere. I have no idea, but somehow I felt something... Something that I've never felt before, which is regret. I think to myself "why?" Yet, I haven't found the answer.
So I kept my finger pulling the trigger, countless men have been dead, some of them are hiding in the craters caused by an artillery shell. The waves have been dealt with, but I'm flabbergasted. "I have never seen this many..." As I look around the no man's land, all I found are just bodies laying.
I gazed at a Yaverian soldier trying to resort back into his trench, but he was shot by one of our men. I'm horrified, because I've never seen a casualty this massive. I ask myself, "Are they truly our enemy? Or they're just young men who don't want to fight this war?" as I remember one of my friends, Alex.
He thought it would be an adventure, but all he does is the same as I am. Sitting in our trench, just watch the enemies die, shellings, and the same thing over and over... Why do these thoughts suddenly come to my mind? I don't know, I'm clueless.
So I stood there, just gazing at the no man's land, looking at what I have done. "Is it my fault?" I ask again. "Why?" as random thoughts just kept flooding my mind. I REALLY have no idea, no clue, nor do I know why I have to be struck by these thoughts immediately.
It's barely two weeks since I am in the front now. So I sat back, as I slipped my hands inside my helmet, and rubbed my head. Frequently, I would try bumping my head softly just to wash these thoughts off my mind.
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Yaveria - 1917
HorrorYaveria 1917, is a fictional story based on the Sentran universe. The time is set in 1917, exactly the last year of the 2nd Yaveral War. The story will be included three main characters, which will be set in different time settings, making three sep...
