Never Again

Inspired by Dulce Et Decorum est by Wilfred Owen 1893-1918
In writing we did a story of the war this is mine

Never Again

My buddy's are speaking in wheezy breaths of agony.Mud up to our knees slithering into our boots and into your infected cuts
Trudging carefully back to the safety of the hospital and bass camp. With the fire and fury in the distance
Jet and Arrow my buddies on either side of me, looking like an owls in the day-time. I had lost my boots in the fight and the cuts were oozing with blood and pus. The gas shells were falling behind us but we didn't care.
Hold hands i Yelled holding my breath while the gas steadily rose from the canister,  so that we don’t lose each-other.
“Arrow” i Asked in an muffled tone Will help me I can't breathe we Arrow had slipped out of my hand as we fumbled for his mask me and Jet fumble in the green mist
suddenly Arrow appears we watch helpless and in shock.
Can you imagine carrying you best friend in a wagon that you found on the side of the road  while he is  screaming in agony, Arrow was a sickly green color and was physically shrinking.
Can you imagine Arrow yelling  and the wagon bumps in the pot-holes seeing him spewing blood and mucus from his lungs that were withering from the gas
you should never have to see what I saw, while Arrow was dying i thought of what he said on the way here “War the only reason I came was because it will be glorious to dye for my country” and I thought how wrong he was