The 14th installment of my son’s online fiction series. If you are just joining, click here for the previous chapters.
Saturday, April 13, 1918 – Trust
The 74th got hit by gas shells early this morning right where they were sleeping. They’d been pulled back to reserves, too. A few poor souls had a shell land right in their barracks. Heard it wasn’t too bad for the others at first, the boys could hardly smell it and were allowed to take off their masks less than an hour after the shelling. As the day’s gone on, though, more and more pass us on their way to the infirmary, blisters all over and choking. It’s been an awful sight.
“Hey, you, Jack,” a marine Adams addressed Richie. “Where be Rivers? I ‘aven’t seen ‘im.”
“He headed over to the delousing station first thing this morning,” Richie replied.
The features of Adams’ face scrunched together in disgust. “Cooties?”
Adams shivered. “Nasty blood-suckers, them lice. Thanks, Jack, now I’ll be itchin’ all day.”
Richie laughed to himself and turned back to his book. As the thought about what next to write, an artillery gun boomed from across No Man’s Land. He hardly flinched now that he’d heard them a few hundred times. From his experience, cowering didn’t help much if your trench was hit.
Faith is different out here. It’s not the same as it was back home when it was going to church and helping out the neighbors. That doesn’t help much when we’re dealing with shrapnel and gas. I remember the preacher’s sermon once, how our war isn’t “against flesh and blood.” But what about when you’re in a war that is?… (Read more)
September 20th, 2014 at 8:16 am
It’s tough for those who work at the army especially going to war.
September 20th, 2014 at 8:40 am
Yes. It is also tough for those they leave behind. I cannot imagine what the soldiers and medics endure, but I am so grateful for the sacrifices they have made on our behalf.
September 20th, 2014 at 12:18 pm
Yes. Even I am thankful.