Fear

This story is about a character waking to find someone he fears the most standing over him.

Shit! How did they get upon us so quickly, the trench has got to be over three hundred yards over there? “Will, Will you there?” I can feel Will’s leg touching mine, I can feel him shaking. Jerry’s got his bayonet pushed right into my throat, I can’t turn to see Terry, but I can see Jerry’s mate staring down the barrel at Will.

“Yeah mate, I’m here, where the bloody hell did these blokes come from?” “Don’t know mate, what do you reckon they’ll do with us?”
Jerry pushes harder against my throat and screams something I can’t understand. Again deeper, I can feel blood dripping into my collar. The sun is grey and dirt covers us both from the exploding shells that keep hitting the ground around us. I’m surprised we haven’t been killed by one of those blasted things already.

I can feel Will grab my hand and I squeeze his in reply. We have been mates since small school and we’d both signed up together. Mates forever, Will and me.

The sound of war screams from all sides, all day but you never really hear it until you’re about to die. I close my eyes, Will’s hand still pounding inside mine and I hear my last sound of war, a shot, a muffled thud which takes my mate.
I don’t hear mine, I just feel the warm explosion of blood flood my jacket collar and spray Jerry in the face. “Goodbye Will me old mate.”