Carry On (Thinking of home)

Carry on

The stench of death and disease was almost unbearable, .even with the tattered remains of his scarf over his face, he has to fight back the urge to wretch and perhaps even lose the contents of his stomach in this trench he had been sent to fight from.

The orders from upon high and the confidence that the enemy was inferior and would never stand against the might of their great and powerful nation, a war that would quickly end and we could all go home.

But now after another Christmas in this living hell and the threat of death always a heartbeat or the blow of a whistle away, he found that even the thoughts of home were not enough to bring him any joy anymore.

Home, it seemed so far away and he could barely even remember the loved ones he had left behind, no his reality was the high trench walls and the daily loss of friends and comrades to this unending meat grinder of a conflict.

He could do nothing but try to carry on, try to make it back to the life he knew before and the family he knew were waiting for him. the glories promised to him by the recruiting officer were now a bitter memory of the harsh reality of life around him