Through the Blood and Mud

I waited in the trench, tightly holding my rifle, bayonet fixed, my helmet strapped to my head, soldiers next to me praying. The commanding officer then got in position, held the whistle to his lips. I tightened my grip on my rifle. As he blew into the whistle releasing an ear piercing whistle, I climbed out of the trench with other soldiers next to and behind me. Bullets immediately zipped by and hit the soldiers next to me. I ran without thinking. I avoided and maneuvered around the barbed wire and tank obstacles. Smoke licked the grey sky, artillery shells hitting the earth thundered through the sky. My ears rang as explosions went off next to me. But I then blacked out. That is when everything went to hell.