No Man's Land

When I see pictures of soldiers getting ready to charge across no man's land, I start to shudder. I can feel the futility of their efforts. How were we supposed to take ground with rifles and bayonets, charging across knee deep mud, facing constant sniper fire and machine guns. We can hardly see who is shooting at us. We just know that we have to keep moving or we will die. Then again we will die anyway.

I feel like we do not have a soul. Most of the men are beyond being afraid. Some men feel that they would rather die than to live, or get wounded. In this desolate place I can hear men crying and shouting for help or their mothers and wives. I feel that there can be no God in this place. We are not afraid of the devil, since we are all devils ourselves.