Skies

The wind whistled by me, blowing through my hair as I guided the plane through the air. The plane is man's greatest invention, letting us reach god's domain. And on the battlefield putting us in a place in between heaven and hell. As my plane soars through the air I look above me and see the calm, serene blue of the sky and as I look down a dramatic change takes place. The sky goes from a soft blue to grey and the soil soaked with blood meets the sky. I can see men on both sides running, some running towards each other,others running away, and some running for cover. Being in the sky would make you feel invincible if it wasn't for the bullets flying up to greet your plane. I was on a bombing mission, we had started out with a group of ten planes at the beginning and now it was only me. I wish I could drop the bombs on the bastards below right now but sadly I wasn't at my target area yet. Suddenly bullets start to rip through my right wing. The plane starts diving to the right and I try to stabilize it. And as I do that more bullets rip through my engine sending smoke flying up in my face. The plane starts to plummet towards the ground. I'm coughing trying to stabilize the plane, the distracted to realize how close I am to the ground, and before I can react my plane reaches the ground.

The plane starts to tear through the mud and earth as it crashes. The wings are torn away and the plane starts to roll sending me flying out of the cockpit. Once again I'm in the air, things seem to slow to a crawl as I look around me. I see the shocked faces of enemy soldiers looking at my flying body as I soar. I look back at the plane which is still plowing through the earth. I close my eyes as time starts to speed up. I feel the wind rush past me as i hit the ground, god knows how many bones shatter as I hit the ground. The last thing I hear is the plane wreckage plowing towards me.

I open my eyes, pain flowing through my body. I see the plane stopped a few feet before me. I prop myself up on my elbows just in time to feel a bullet graze my right cheek and hit the plane behind me. I see German soldiers running towards me and I crawl into a blast crater next to my plane. Knowing I only have a few seconds to look for a weapon before the soldiers get here. I peek inside the cockpit and see a pistol. I quickly snatch it and aim towards the soldiers and rapidly pulling the trigger. One by on the start to fall before the rest break for cover. I quickly reload and fire at anyone brave enough the peak out of cover get up on the knee of my good leg to fire a few more rounds. A few bullets find their way into my gut as I'm knocked back. Pain surges throughout my body as I hear more soldiers rushing towards me. I quickly spring up, clenching my teeth and I grip my plane and pull the wreckage towards me into the blast crater. The plane turns over and I become trapped in the cockpit. I hear tons of the soldiers surrounding the plane. I sigh and as I feel death closing in on me, unable to anything I close my eyes. Then, I remember what type of plane I'm in, I grab the pistol and aim above me at where the bombs should be stored, knowing that i can take a good number of the fuckers down with me I pull the trigger.

[1 mile away]

A freshly shipped in British soldier was looking over the edge of the trench with a periscope when the ground shook beneath him. It only lasted a second but left him confused, no artillery shells had been fired. Then he saw a large plume of smoke coming from behind the enemy lines. He put down the dirty periscope and peeked over the edge himself to get a better view. 'One of the hun must've accidentally set off one of their own explosives' he thought.

"Heh, bloody idiot."

Trenches

I sit in the trenches, muddy water surrounding my boots. Staring at the opposite wall where there was a half buried corpse, only a week old it looked like. I've only been here for 5 days and I already want to leave. This place is hell on earth the the chaotic sound of thousands of guns firing, the screaming of injured soldiers, oh and the constant whistle of artillery shells flying through the air before landing and creating explosion that sends mud and body parts flying everywhere. Depending on where it lands of course. I pray that one lands on me so I can be free of the place, it'd be a much better fate than being sent out into no-mans land. I despise my CO for that especially. Sending dozens of us over the top to be torn apart, I swear the sadistic bastard gets off to it. I've seen him smile as my friends were crying for help before being shot to death just inches away from safety. When I sleep I dream of gutting the bastard, but sadly that dream won't ever come to fruition. I stand up stretching my legs and checking my rifle to make sure it's not clogged with mud.

Walking down the muddy path I see a fresh soldier just shipped in peak his head over the edge, I try to warn him but before the words even leave my mouth a good chunk of his head is gone and his lifeless body drops down in front of me. I, just stare at it. Before a sigh leaves my lips

"Fucking idiot." I say under my breath.

I step over the body and walk away. Rats are already crawling over it. As I walk I look around at the faces around me. Some are filled with fear, others are filled with despair, some show no emotion at all. A familiar rumble shakes the ground and i look behind me. A massive explosion erupted and I'm stunned for a second wondering what caused it. I soon find my answer as I hear a familiar whistle and look up. Hundreds of artillery shells are flying towards me. Time seems to slow as they land one by one the explosions get closer.

"INCOMING!" a random soldier shouts.

I smile, for the first time in a while as the shells reach me...

Fuck. Am i really still alive? Everything hurts so either i'm in hell getting torn apart by demons or in trenches still. Not much of a difference either way. My vision slowly comes back to me and yep, still alive. I slowly stand up and I look at my hands, one hand is bleeding profusely and limp. The other still works so i pick up my somehow undamaged rifle and look around me. Bodies all around me, some are still moving, some are screaming. The ones who can move are getting up and grabbing the guns. Then I see them. Tons of them, German soldiers sprinting towards our lines. I look to my side and see my CO grabbing the collar of a crying soldiers whose trying to run away, he looks no older than 16.

"IF YOU DARE TO TRY TO RUN AWAY I'LL DEEM YOU DESERTER AND PUT A BULLET IN YOU MYSELF." The CO shouts at the soldier.

"I-I wanna go home! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" the soldier screeches as he tries to get away from the CO.

A cold and sadistic look comes over the CO's face as he puts his pistol to the back of the soldiers head and pulls the trigger. The lifeless body drops face down in the mud. The CO stands up and wipes his clothes and then looks at me.

"What are looking at, the Hun are almost here get going!" He shouts at me.

I stand frozen, my heart beating god knows how fast. I take my rifle and detach my bayonet from it. A smile spreads across my lips as I charge at my CO. He's too shocked to react and before he can do so I'm upon him. He realizes what his fate is as i plunge my knife into his stomach and a look of cold acceptance falls upon him as he drops his pistol and falls down with me on top of him. I laugh maniacally as I open his stomach and live out my fantasy of gutting him. I'm smiling from ear to ear as I basically play with his innards. After a few minutes I stop, tired and panting. I look to my side and see the hun on the edge of the trench staring down at me with fear in their eyes. Their guns pointed at me, I smile at them.

"Do it, fulfill my wish and take me off this wretched planet, take me out of these trenches!" I shout at them.

Obviously they don't understand me, and they stare at me confused as to what to do. They don't get the chance to kill me a grenade lands in front of me, who threw it I don't know. But everything goes white as I feel a warmness flow throughout my body, finally I'm free.

Fucking finally...