Boom!Boom!Boom!, the sounds of guns in the air as they rain death upon me and my fellows. The officer is heard yelling "To the frontline! To the front! Do not let the Austrians through!Wake up you dogs and man your stations!". I wake up and pick up my rifle, and go to the frontline. I run toward the front trenches and......
Boom!
The trench is hit with a shell of artillery and I fall to the ground, barely missing the place where the artillery hit. I wipe the dirt off my face and look in front of me.
Nothing.
Nothing but a gaping whole in the earth where the section of trench was. hell, there weren't even bodies. Just,
Nothing.
I grabbed my.....wait! This wasn't my rifle, but I grabbed it anyway. I tried regaining my footing, but another shot hit the line and I fell back down, out cold.
....
....
....
I regained consciousness. My officer grabbed me and shouted "Grab your rifle and grab a bayonet, they're coming!". I grabbed a rifle and attached the bayonet, and waited.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
The artillery quieted down, but now there was,
Nothing.
I hear the sounds of whistles and I see men run from their trenches into,
Ours.
I fired my rifle once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, reloaded, once, twice, thrice, fou- WHACK!
I fell to the ground.
An Austrian was about to fire his pistol into me, when I kicked his gut. He backed away, and I grabbed my rifle and hit him with it. Likewise, he grabbed a rifle and hit me with it. We wrestled and blood oozed on my uniform. At first, I backed up, thinking I was shot. Then I looked in front of me, at my supposed shooter, and I saw what happened.
Blood on his helmet.
He was shot point blank in the head.
He looked at me, coldly, and fell to the ground. My officer stood looking at me, with his pistol pointed. I walked up to him, ignoring all that went around me, and stared at him face to face. I saluted. As did he.
My name is Alexander Ajax, and I am here in Macedonia holding the line for Greece against Austria-Hungary in 1918.
And this is my story.
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