Sergeant Adnor Spare

45, no 55? 50? Too many days he thought to himself. Adnor was huddled at the end of the trench where some dirt gave him shelter from the rain. It was in the dead of night where silence and darkness conquer. He can’t even see the stars, a sight that would usually soothe him. The sergeant wrapped himself with his trench coat, huddling a sandbag and his rifle, his wife. His real wife was back home, back home…he could only wish to be there.

He woke up stiff and cold and wet. The rain had gone but it left a little gift in the trench, water. Puddles of mud and blood covered the floor of the trench like a child with the pox. Charlie was watching No Man’s land, as always. He’d always been keeping watch, the Lieutenant sinabi he had a good eye. Adnor tried to offer some pagkain or drink to him, the man looked like a bloody skeleton. His skin seemed to have melted off his body but the ones that he had was as white as ghost. Charlie didn’t reply so Adnor left him to his business.

“Had a good sleep Spare?” Parse asked, sipping his poison.
“As well as any man had” Adnor said.
“Fucking English weather huh?”

Adnor walked away. In times like these talks don’t last long, they hardly start and never finish. Before he would start his daily duties Adnor checked on their wounded comrade. This lad, Sergeant Dan SerParo got hit bad. His body burned after he got hit with a shell of some sort. They kept him in the med baya where he laid under the covers. Adnor set sa pamamagitan ng him slowly so not to wake the poor boy.

“All is well Danny, Spera’s still on the radio, the cavalry will come soon, not to worry.” He reassured
“That’s not true Addy, help won’t come, we’re stuck here till the end of our days. We won’t escape, no one will help us”
“Shut it Arond , you’re not helping anyone. Just go back and look out for enemies at the East”
“You know I’m right Addy” he left
“Sorry about that Danny, Arond has always been a bitch. Being in Germany doesn’t help”

No Man’s Land was still as always, empty, dead, lifeless. The name fits. At times Adnor thought he could just see the slightest movement on the enemy’s side, but it would either be dust or his imagination. He shouldn’t but his mind travelled back to when he would teach his son how to hunt in the country side of our Russia. His...son? Daniel? Alexander? Robert..?

“Have some, you look like you’ll explode” Parse sinabi handing Adnor his metal bottle of scotch. Adnor smiled and lift his head to lunok the drink. It would taste like nectar he imagined but when he kissed the bottle, empty.
“You asshole!” he threw the bottle in the air, Parse was gone. The sergeant looked around the bastard was gone.

Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Adnor looked around at both sides of the trench at the sky to the enemy. No one was there. The air was still, the silence was eerie. Then a sense of dread washed over him, he ran, fast. He was scared, afraid. What’s going on??

He reached the med baya and froze in fear. Arond and Parse stood around him too, immobile A man had his gun pointed at Dan, his covers gone .Dan’s body looked cleaned, smooth, not burned, but he was still stuck on the bed. The man did not notice them, and they couldn’t move. The soldier, the man, he looked Russian, his uniform but Adnor can’t see the badges he has, he can’t see the man clearly, his vision was blurred. His mouth went dry and he gasped for air for life. He started to pray out loud but no voice came out. Dan reached his hand out to the man, he must stop him, I can’t, I…don't kill us.

BANG