Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

The sky was tainted with black puffs of smoke. The foul smell of blood was cloying. The soldiers trampled across dead bodies as they tried to escape the enemy’s gunfire—bullets were flying around in eccentric circles everywhere. They took cover behind the wall, which was smothered into bits seconds later by an enemy RPG missile. “Don’t fire the weapon so close to my ears!” yelled Lieutenant William Sanders. “Well, would you rather be dead than deaf?!” bawled his fellow soldier, Lieutenant Scott Ward. Suddenly, Ward spotted an enemy combatant aiming another missile at them. “I am sorry!” shouted Ward as he placed his machine gun near Sanders’ face and fired six deadly shots at the enemy. The sound deafened Sanders, who spoke louder than usual ever since. There were originally eight soldiers in the battlefield. By sundown, there were five. This was supposed to be an easy mission. “Easy in, easy

“We’ve already lost half our men!” “I am not leaving without rescuing the hostages from the clutches of the enemy tyrants,” replied Captain Franklyn. “I do not want to abort the mission either,” yelled Sanders, “but we stand no chance against them. We’re outnumbered and almost out of ammo!” This battle was demoralizing for Captain Franklyn—there had not been a mission that he had failed to lead, not one. He saw Matthew fall. He saw the bullet exit Matthew’s windpipe, ripping away the soldier’s life from him in seconds. He saw numerous innocent people—men and women—travel into the flight of bullets, and drop dead on the floor. He remembered stepping on their corpses. Furthermore, he kept blaming himself for the death of his five fellow soldiers. “I have no right to lead you all,” he exclaimed in melancholy. “I am the reason our soldiers died. I am the reason they are—” He was broken off by Ward. “It’s not your fault, Captain” he said. “No one anticipated this to happen, and you can’t blame yourself for