Kill! Here i walk down this godless trench where the corpses sink forever into shallow marshy grounds. Ican't remember confronting these extreme forms of violence. Knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden tears and blood.

It's hard to breathe within this thick cloak of sulphureus mist, conjuring slaughtering soldiers into sickening silhouettes. From this forsaken battlefield no soul can be dismissed. As if the devil is in charge, given orders from the depths of the abyss.

 [bad word] #33; [bad word] hard. Fire fight and waves of bombardments blowing soil, bone and flesh [bad word] to survive maybe the last private still alive. Suddenly it stops! I turn and see no enemy. There's nothing behind me.

I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe what i see. timeless, frozen scenery where nature stands still! Except for me!

So strange to see a still image of this infernal reality. Staring at shrapnel and bullets on an [bad word] journey. When suicide burdens my mind, i'm startled by a horrible screaming from behind. Luring me to a spot where a friend of my platoon walked into an ambush, he screamed: "Please kill me! [bad word] soon!"

My 1911 is too loud, that's why i reach for the knife. Then, again, hesitation! I cannot take his life!

Goddamned [bad word] gooks! He's captured by the enemy. Dragged away for days of torture, screaming these last words at me: "You son of a [bad word] should be terrified! In this [bad word] i'll wait for you!"

And right before i step on that mine i ask myself: "Did he just spoke the [bad word] "

Briefly [bad word]  all this time i was damned. His [bad word] keeps me in [bad word] for eternity. Every time i die he waits for me. 
This is my destiny...