behind the front lines (prologue)
A flash of my mothers face
marred with tears
still the prettiest women I’ve ever seen
I was fighting for my country, for my mum.
She saw past the lies
she knew
Not to expect either of us home
“Over the top!”
I looked at the strong features of my brother. We both knew that call meant suicide
That was not for us to decide though
Misfitting boots did not stop our ascent over the trench
Nor did barb wire fences or the sea of mud
To not go was a sin
there was no stopping us from going
so with that we hugged
For the last time?
What did stop us was a large explosion from my right
Where my brother was
It threw me to the side
Bleeding, but not completely broken.
I searched through the pool of red and mangled limbs
I found my brothers hand, still attached, barely
and held on.
We promised to stay together
Andy and I
brothers in the front line
His eyes were lifeless
But I already understood he was gone
That was when the second shell hit
My mother’s sad smile
she knew
she always knew
she was our mother afterall
I lay there
Only able to groan
I was dying
My blood mingling with mud
“Back by Christmas”
they had said
now I’m not so sure
I clasped onto my brothers hand
Tighter… tighter
We promised to stay together
So why am I here?
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A/N I got inspired by WWI stories and movies, and I really wanted to write this.
Please comment =3
Oh, and there may be some inaccuracies, because i did not live during WWI, I need to tweak this to fit my story, and I only know the rough events of WWI, I am by far an expert.
marred with tears
still the prettiest women I’ve ever seen
I was fighting for my country, for my mum.
She saw past the lies
she knew
Not to expect either of us home
“Over the top!”
I looked at the strong features of my brother. We both knew that call meant suicide
That was not for us to decide though
Misfitting boots did not stop our ascent over the trench
Nor did barb wire fences or the sea of mud
To not go was a sin
there was no stopping us from going
so with that we hugged
For the last time?
What did stop us was a large explosion from my right
Where my brother was
It threw me to the side
Bleeding, but not completely broken.
I searched through the pool of red and mangled limbs
I found my brothers hand, still attached, barely
and held on.
We promised to stay together
Andy and I
brothers in the front line
His eyes were lifeless
But I already understood he was gone
That was when the second shell hit
My mother’s sad smile
she knew
she always knew
she was our mother afterall
I lay there
Only able to groan
I was dying
My blood mingling with mud
“Back by Christmas”
they had said
now I’m not so sure
I clasped onto my brothers hand
Tighter… tighter
We promised to stay together
So why am I here?
-----
A/N I got inspired by WWI stories and movies, and I really wanted to write this.
Please comment =3
Oh, and there may be some inaccuracies, because i did not live during WWI, I need to tweak this to fit my story, and I only know the rough events of WWI, I am by far an expert.