Fix Bayonets Men!

It has been days since we left the trench. Artillery shells raining down from god knows where. The pounding of the shells, the ringing in everyone's ears. It was the nightmare like all of the other men described. Then we heard that damned whistle....

(This is a fun little short story I've been working for a little while. It's not the best but it was interesting to write. And feel free to correct any bad grammar.)