The Hessian

The Hessian

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I could feel the musket ball bite slowly into my gut, but it wasn’t the blood spilling out onto the snow that scared me; it was the hot led, tearing well into my stomach before eventually slowing, and finally lodging near my spine, carrying all of the carnage it had created with it. The round went nearly through me, bringing me to the ground in less than a second, everything I could see faded slowly to black as a puddle of piercing red collected about me. In war, there is no honor, no pride, and no regret for one's own actions.
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MATURE THEMES WITHIN I was fighting in the first World War. As a mechanic, I was only meant to keep the machines of the Allies in working condition, but that was BEFORE everyone around the battlefield started attacking both sides with a hankering for flesh. Picking up my gun, I start fighting for my life, splitting skulls and renched in blood..

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