An Old Oak Tree

Up on Top of Vimy Ridge

PruCan- Vimy Ridge

I will apologize now for the mistakes in the writing and the historical facts. I have always loved learning more about this battle and I thought of this story in the middle of history class one day. So thank you now for reading this and please let me know if there are any mistakes.

-Ola

*Prussia's POV*

Bomb shells echo through the bloody fields, a daily occurrence in the blurry days of War. It's amazing that I've managed to survive for this long, but I haven't come out unscathed. Everyday cries of pain of my fallen brethren fills my head keeping me awake and mortified. I've question the reason of War many times, no answer, but for the pride of our Country. However, does the death of thousands of men ever add up to our country's pride? Why must someone as amazing as me be put through the terrors and pains for such a hollow goal.

I've been in several battles already, and though we came out successful with my awesome fighting strength, many of my friends fell and were wiped away forever. The thought of it sickens me, disappearing from the thoughts of everyone, no longer flushing with life, but battered and tossed aside to be forgotten.

It has been 3 years since the War started in 1914, me and my German brethren got news that we would be transferred to Vimy Ridge to hold down base from attacking French and British troops. It's a simple task really, especially for someone as awesome as me, just stand and defend.
We pile into green, bulky trucks and shipped to our destination. The travel was brutal. compressed together in such a small space, it really makes you feel small. Thankfully we arrive in about 5 days, I believe it's about March 20th - 22nd. It's hard to say, the sky never seems to change from its murky, grey glow making it seem like days never pass.

We unload ourselves from the trucks and made our way into the trenches. Living in these for over 2 years from the moment I joined in 1915 really makes me miss home. Nothing would really ever beat the awesome comfort of a home and family, but at least here underground I feel somewhat safe.
Thankfully, no digging had to done to expand the trench, but we were huddled into the depths of the trenches and assigned our rooms, sharing it with 3 other people at least. It's awesome to have others to talk to, but I much rather be at home with my own living blood. I do have a brother fighting in the war as well, however we were quickly separated. For all I know he could be dead.
My face contorts at the thought of that. No! Think positively! Soon you'll be back in your awesome home, with your awesome family.
I chant to myself. I decide to sleep for now, it's been a long journey here and rest is much appreciated. Climbing onto the top bunk, careful to avoid a comrade sleeping on the bottom, I lay down and invite the darkness of slumber.

It's been a few days since I have arrived, and the conditions have been looking good. No French or British troops attacks yet, which might either be a good or bad thing, but for now we can stay calm. I have confirmed now that it's March 25th with my fellow troops. Time seems to have flown while here.

A bell rang in the distance, calling us to line up in formation. What is this about?
I quickly run to the main trench line, it wasn't very large, as it still needed to be a protected area, however, it was large enough to fit two rows of about men 10 men each, I ran there quickly taking stance at the front, an awesome spot for someone as awesome as me. I notice that everyone in this group were the ones who were transported here recently, I guess they want to talk to us noobs! We stood straight as our General emerged from a connecting trench, and he stood before us as we saluted.

"Alright Men, I know many of have just gotten here, but either way I will be sending a select number of troops to spy on the enemy base line! We need to know what they are planning, for they have been quiet for the last couple of weeks, too quiet for our comfort! I've already selected several men to take hold this task, when you are called step forward! And don't go hiding because I will find you." Our general threatens. He was a bulky man, short, at least 5.2". He had a scruff of a bread beginning to grow, and it seems like his face has been permanently melded into a scold. Despite his short stature, he was intimidating. If looks could kill, he would of already shot down at least 20 men with just a glare. I shiver, No way awesome me would want to die like that.