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“1917, Camp Kearmy, 1st infantry division.

War is full of misery, pain, and suffering. Never ends, and never changes, war is placed in the most absurd places. Home, countries, continents, even the world. But war, war never changes…”

“Can you stop doing that narrative crap, Jimmy” Rick said with a tone that seemed like he was going to die. “It’s the only thing I can say to calm myself,” I said hastily hoping that he won’t embarrass me again.

“Yah what ever. Hey, can you pass me a newspaper?” He said to Anthony.

Anthony was a weird guy, he would say he would do something, but yet he would never do anything. And he always says there’s a logical explanation for everything and that really sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sure whatever,” he passed the newspaper to Rick.

Rick was like a brother to me, he was always there and was always caring for me. But he can also make me feel like a nerd.

“Yah finally I can find out what is happening in this damn war. Lame, they’re going to send us to France, you know what that means, we’re going to have –“ “A romantic vacation!” as I fail at telling a joke.

Knowing Rick, he mistakenly backs off and looks away. And of course Anthony has to get a kick out of it.

“There’s a logical reason for that,” he said looking for a laugh. The only thing he got was a bunch of stares.

Then Rick, ready to break the silence, said, “When are we going to be shipped off to Europe?”

“I don’t know, maybe tomorrow, there of course is a logical explanation for that,” Anthony said with a grin.

Once again, people looked at him, and waited till he stopped talking and continued to their conversations.

“Real classic, jerks,” he mumbled knowing that nobody would care what he said.

“Alright, we’re ready to leave,” a sailor informed. Everyone got their equipment on and started walking on the ships hull.

Two days later…

“Wake up!” someone yelled in my ear. “We got to get out of here!”

I was confused until a shell waked me up. The shell went right past my head and blew up a whole entire soldier. His guts and limbs flew everywhere . A recruit was crying behind cover. Bullets where hitting the ground next to him. One nicked his hand and he went screaming into pain. He started to run and was chopped down by all the bullets. His brother ran to him and ripped off his dog tag. People started to dash at them yelling, but failed. Our squad was ripped to shreds by the firing of their guns. The brother gave up and just walked into the fire. He kept walking when he was getting shot, till his leg gave up and popped open. He died. “We need to get out of here! Come on, suppress, suppress! You,” he turned to me. “Grab the radio and call support!” “What the hell, I don’t know how to call support!” I yelled back thinking he would here. “What!” “I said, I don’t know how call supp-“ I was cut off by his body falling on my lap. “Just give up guys!” One of our soldiers said. “Get the flag Jimmy!” Rick said. It was a relief knowing that Ricky was still alive. I ran to get the flag, but an enemy soldier came and burned the white flag. He smiled, while looking at me. While furious, I grabbed a knife on a wall and stabbed it into his neck. His smirk went away, and he fell to the ground like a rock. I stomped on his body. My knees went to the ground and I burst into crying. A German went to me. Put his hand around my head and lifted it. He spoke something in German and three more came. One put his Lugar in my face. He looked at me and looked at the ground at back at me. Obviously he wanted me to get on the ground. When I got on the ground, he stomped on my back. “What do you want from me?” I yelled at the top of my lungs. One looked at me for a while and put his gun in my face. He was interrupted by the noise of footsteps. He lifted his gun and waited. Rick went running inside and was shot down. “No!” He looked at me again and picked me up. He dragged me awhile and lifted me on a truck. Said something, and the truck started driving. Subscribe for more.