a loud screeching erupts from the surroundings of our post, I look around frantically to see what it could be, it isn't humans.. it can't be.. the screams are too gnarly and inhuman, like a demon that screams into the night and the flames of this personal hell that I have been adjusted too after many long years of combat. one soldier, a man who used to work as a farmer recognises the noises and turns to the stables near our camp, then shouting loud, he can barely to see them kill the innocent animals that were unwillingly dragged into this war. he speaks frantically though paul doesn't take much mind, he I stead turns around quickly at the sound of a softer and more human crying

The Farmer: “No! What are they doing! Those Frenchie bastards! Don't take it out on the innocent animals! Those dicks! What do they think they are doing!?”

one horse stands on its hind legs, it is the last and it is screaming loudly, I reckon it's spine has been shattered and it has been paralyzed from the middle up, I pull the rifle from my back and take aim at the poor creature, bolts my weapon and fire once into the horses lungs, ending it at once, it falls to the ground rather calmly, but the artillery continues and I turn to see a younger recruit at his knees crying, without his helmet to protect from the shrapnel, I rush over and try to pull him together but it is no use and I pick up his helmet.. though, when I do, he clutches to me and cries into my chest like a child, we are all children after all, I am but 19 and my knowledge is limited to death and suffering, I am unsure what to do and so hold the helmet up to his back to protect him as I clutch him back in an attempt to comfort him, at least he has some sort of protect now

paul: “Hey- Cmon!.. cmon..! it's okay... y-you'll be okay..”