Every man and boy had tirelessly prepared for the dreaded minute the whistle would be blown. Blood rushed past their ears deafening like a roaring train. Adrenaline coursed through their veins like a fiery poison. Each person feared for their own lives along with their comrades. They waited anxiously for the signal of war. Cool heavy metal in their arms seeped through their clothes chilling them to the bone. The whistle was blown and they bombarded into battle. Great craters in the ground filled with stagnant dirty water left behind from previous artillery attacks. The sky was lit with yellow flashes of gunfire and intermittent white glowing lights that painted the sky. The rattle of a machine gun split the night air. The boys eyes widened as the children surrounding them were crumpled messes on the floor lifeless eyes glassy and staring, haunting the survivors forever. Men reduced to quivering wrecks
