World War 1 Artillery Barrage: 10 Minutes of Shellshock
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The Front. Crouched with several
The Front. Crouched with several men in a claustrophobic, cold and muddy dugout. Soaked to the bone by torrential rain that have flooded the trenches.
The air is intolerable and oppressive; Stifled and fetid with unholy odors from spent munitions, bodily wastes, vermin, comrades smothered in months of grime and decay, and the thousands of rotting corpses of soldiers long ago, to dangerous to bury - some of them beloved friends you've known forever - some of them innocent opponents - but all who once had thoughts, aspirations, and family who loved them dearly just like you do. In this infernal cesspool they lie abandoned. Eternal solitude, never to think again.
Shellfire pulverize them. Bodies pounded into the mud. Even the dead continue to suffer.
You haven't seen your loved ones in over a year. You miss them deeply.
You haven't eaten a solid meal or slept in days.
You are dehydrated and fatigued beyond inconceivable limits hitherto.
You feel vile with nausea and tormented with dysentery; Your bowels corrupted with uncontrollable diarrhea.
Your nerves are fried and your heart feels strained with unimaginable anguish.
Your head is pounding with wicked migraines, your stomach churns with perpetual mortal dread - feeling as if it will rip inside out.
Your frostbitten limbs tremble with severe anxiety. You clench in desperate anticipation of fate.
Shocked with distress, urine streams down your legs.
This is sheer terror compounded, overwhelmed with the fear of instantaneous death.
At any given second you can be pulverized, tossed airborne, or buried alive by raining iron spawns of annihilation. A maelstrom of steel.
So fragile is the body against such dense masses of matter.
The kinetic energy - thousands of concussive blast waves and their shrapnel wreak havoc on your mind and body. The sound is impossible. Your bones ring. Your soul melts.
Unbearable, imminent doom. You resist the raw instinct to escape this raging charnel house of flesh and material. Total panic.
Millions of soldiers endured this accursed brutality every second without a moment of respite.
Those that survived these tribulations were never the same again.
No one can recreate the reality of such diabolic horrors. This is just a depiction of a heinously morbid reality once witnessed.
This ain't a game. This is war. How long can you endure?
The air is intolerable and oppressive; Stifled and fetid with unholy odors from spent munitions, bodily wastes, vermin, comrades smothered in months of grime and decay, and the thousands of rotting corpses of soldiers long ago, to dangerous to bury - some of them beloved friends you've known forever - some of them innocent opponents - but all who once had thoughts, aspirations, and family who loved them dearly just like you do. In this infernal cesspool they lie abandoned. Eternal solitude, never to think again.
Shellfire pulverize them. Bodies pounded into the mud. Even the dead continue to suffer.
You haven't seen your loved ones in over a year. You miss them deeply.
You haven't eaten a solid meal or slept in days.
You are dehydrated and fatigued beyond inconceivable limits hitherto.
You feel vile with nausea and tormented with dysentery; Your bowels corrupted with uncontrollable diarrhea.
Your nerves are fried and your heart feels strained with unimaginable anguish.
Your head is pounding with wicked migraines, your stomach churns with perpetual mortal dread - feeling as if it will rip inside out.
Your frostbitten limbs tremble with severe anxiety. You clench in desperate anticipation of fate.
Shocked with distress, urine streams down your legs.
This is sheer terror compounded, overwhelmed with the fear of instantaneous death.
At any given second you can be pulverized, tossed airborne, or buried alive by raining iron spawns of annihilation. A maelstrom of steel.
So fragile is the body against such dense masses of matter.
The kinetic energy - thousands of concussive blast waves and their shrapnel wreak havoc on your mind and body. The sound is impossible. Your bones ring. Your soul melts.
Unbearable, imminent doom. You resist the raw instinct to escape this raging charnel house of flesh and material. Total panic.
Millions of soldiers endured this accursed brutality every second without a moment of respite.
Those that survived these tribulations were never the same again.
No one can recreate the reality of such diabolic horrors. This is just a depiction of a heinously morbid reality once witnessed.
This ain't a game. This is war. How long can you endure?
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