In the morning they came to collect the corpse. They gave me a card from my officer and a rain cape because I was so upset. They also stationed a new man into my regiment. His name is George and he likes to drink. He also comes from London. And he's quite the character: he told me about bar fights, prostitutes, and stabbing people. He has seen everything, I think anyways. We sometimes play cards and clean our rifles together. But we both have the same opinion about war:
"Some dumb people, doing dumb shit"
He respects me. More than...Tom. When the Germans attack I still don't shoot. And George let's me do that. He however goes fucking wild while they attack. I've seen him shoot 20 bullets in 2 minutes! The man is mad. I just look at his face and it's just fire in his eyes. The hate, and anger he kills with. It disgusts me. But I'll keep him as a friend. Not like I have any other options.
"So.." George begins. "Yes?" I reply. He looks at my blood stained uniform and then back at me. "You got hit?" "No, my friend he uh..was dumb." "And by that you are saying?" "He put his head to long above the edge. Brain splattered all over my face." I look down. George doesn't answer. I don't expect one, how do you answer on someone telling you a friend of them died. This whole situation is bullocks anyway, since Tom died I haven't been the same. Yes, he was a cunt. But still my friend.
It's quiet for awhile. I look at George. He's cleaning his rifle.
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Lost in Hell
Historische fictieLost in Hell is a World War 1 novel about a British soldier going through the war. The novel explores the psyche of soldiers in the war and the moral issues they have to go through. It primarily focuses on the mental aspect of the war but also expl...
