Post by tadeusz sadowski on Oct 7, 2009 3:15:32 GMT
Like always it was cold.Like always it was muddy.Like always the smell of burning and rotten flesh hanged in the air.Not like always it was quiet. Tadeusz felt like a nothing,really cause he couldn't feel much of his body.
It was so cold in the trench he has lived in for the past 3 weeks. It came to his mind after seeing black fingers and toes to check his body every time he got the chance. Bite frost hasn't gotten him yet.Shivering in a old,musty wool blanket he looked into the field watching the burning hulks of metal that lay across the field. All the man in the elaborate trenches were ready for another failed soviet charge. Dozens over dozens of those poor bastards try to make it too the trenches ,but never do.
Holding his rifle while shivering a voice rang out that made all the men including Tad to jump for glee. It shouted''Frühstück''. Tad searched on the muddy ground for his small tin cup. Already the cook was coming by trudging a heavy pot filled with stew.
Right as Tad found it he wiped it up and scooped his cup into the pot. It scooped up the hot stew and the cook proceeded torwards the next man. Luckily for Tad he was near one of the small bunkers holding a cook. He slurped down it feeling the oats and meat rushing through his throat. He leaned forward again looking out into the field. He noticed something was coming. It was a small blur being about a mile away. Then the alarms went off.
Another soviet charge.
Translation
Frühstück
breakfast
It was so cold in the trench he has lived in for the past 3 weeks. It came to his mind after seeing black fingers and toes to check his body every time he got the chance. Bite frost hasn't gotten him yet.Shivering in a old,musty wool blanket he looked into the field watching the burning hulks of metal that lay across the field. All the man in the elaborate trenches were ready for another failed soviet charge. Dozens over dozens of those poor bastards try to make it too the trenches ,but never do.
Holding his rifle while shivering a voice rang out that made all the men including Tad to jump for glee. It shouted''Frühstück''. Tad searched on the muddy ground for his small tin cup. Already the cook was coming by trudging a heavy pot filled with stew.
Right as Tad found it he wiped it up and scooped his cup into the pot. It scooped up the hot stew and the cook proceeded torwards the next man. Luckily for Tad he was near one of the small bunkers holding a cook. He slurped down it feeling the oats and meat rushing through his throat. He leaned forward again looking out into the field. He noticed something was coming. It was a small blur being about a mile away. Then the alarms went off.
Another soviet charge.
Translation
Frühstück
breakfast
