ME WITHOUT YOU

[WARNING: FOUL LANGUAGE AND SLIGHT GORE]

NARRATOR'S POV

                The thick smoke is creating a curtain that blurs the people's vision, the loud siren blaring from the outside. The sound of gunshots sends a ringing in one's ears, the people inside the trench quickly jolted awake.

The scent of blood, dirt, and gunpowder lingering in the air. Sticking to the clothing and skin like an itch unable to be washed away.

The sound of a hand grenade boomed throughout the length of the trench. Followed by a horrific screaming and a splatter of blood, flesh, and mud.

  "Enemy unit at three o'clock!" the commandant in charge shouted.

Alexander held the loaded rifle tighter, popping up the trench's edge. Like a mole that was hiding in its hole. In a quick moment, he aimed and shot. The bullet hitting an enemy soldier by the shoulder. Diving back into the trench as soon as he hit the opponent, "Did you hit?" one of his comrades asked.