The mud came up to Neil’s ankles, as it did most of the time in the trenches of world war one and the rain pelted his helmet, soaking his already damp green cotton trench coat that flapped in the wind. His bolt action rifle, covered in mud and wet from the rain, was strapped to his back and over his ammo belt with the barrel pointed towards the ground so that the water wouldn’t collect inside of it. Just as soon that he had started to run he came to a halt, as his commanding officer was shouting
“line up, it's time to advance!” Walking over to Neil and pushing him onto the wooden ladder made just to get out of the trench to fight the central powers. Neil then felt fear hit him like a brick wall. No one ever comes back from this, he thought. Taking his rifle off of his back, he attached his bayonet to his gun with all the other soldiers before the command was given to charge. Neil started to shake and look around for away out. Then the commander walked back with his whistle in his mouth and his pistol out of its holster. He then stopped at an open spot on the ladder and blew the whistle, Neil and all the other men that were lined up on the trench wall climbed the ladder out to the mud and crater filled no man's land. Where they were welcomed with machine guns, artillery and barbed wire. Neil looking for the first crater that he could find to lay down in the attempted of not dying. He glanced to his left as he was running and notice that the guy that was running beside him was gone. For that split second that he wasn’t looking his foot got caught on some barbed wire, triping Neil. looking at his foot to quickly assess the problem, with bullet whizzing past him. At that moment another soldier fell to the ground with some wire cutter in his hand. Neil grabbed them and cut himself free. Scrabbling to his feet and continued to run, rifle in hand and bayonet ready to kill his first anyone who got in his way. The enemy trench got closer and closer. Then Neil made it to the trench along with about one hundred other man out of one thousand made it over. As soon as Neil boots hit the ground the enemy's had already noticed that soldier had made it through their defences. Hearing the yelling of an enemy soldier behind him turning around as fast as he could only to have the man run right into his bayonet. The feeling of shock and relief washed over Neil as he then proceed to pull the bayonet out of the man like he was trained, with one foot on his chest and pulling the rifle towards himself. Turning around to look at the other direction of the trench just to be knocked down into the deep mud of the trench. To his relief it was another one of his fellow soldiers that made the short but dangerous trek over no man’s land and he didn’t see Neil when jumping in the trench. he man stuck out his hand.
“Need a hand there.” Shouting over the loud booming of the artillery.
“Thanks.” As he scramble to grab his gun and get to his feet.
“Stick with me, I’v don’t this enough to know that it’s nice to have someone watch you back.” yelling at Neil to make sure that he heard him.  After looking at him for a brief second Neil noticed that he had a different gun than most. The large drum magazine jetting off to the left and the barrel half the size of Neil’s rifle, a bayonet that was a razor sharp spike. Not caring all that much about it after looking at it, but caring that he was still alive and now had someone to watch his back.
“The commander told me to clear out the right side of the trench and you coming with me.” looking around the trench. He turned to his right and started to run and Neil, without any hesitation, ran after him. Through the mud and smoke of the trench they then came to a hard left, where they could hear the enemy’s taking. They rounded the corner and opened fire, the soldiers gun shot bullet after bullet, killing both of the man before Neil could even get a shot off. What kind of gun is that and where can I get one, he thought. They then ran down the passageway to round two more corner and came back to a straight away, where then the wind and rain picked up making it harder to see what was in front of you and harder to hear all the loud noise of the battle field. Neil could almost make out a man run toward them with the uniform that was very different then his and notice that his friend didn’t see to danger running toward. Acting quickly he took aim and shot over his friend's shoulder. As he lowered his gun and saw that the man running at him was gone he noticed that his friend was looking at him with the extension of relief on his face. After running down the long trench, dodging the artillery shells and other men that just got through no man’s land. As their boots hit the muddy ground and sank down to their ackles. Then they came to another right angle turn and was thrown back by a explosion. Neil hitting the wooden planks that lined the interior of the whole trench. Sitting on the wet ground in a state of confusion, he looking around to see if his friend was still with him. Then his gun caught his eye the same one he saw on him. Standing up and at a slow jog moved over to find him in knocked out by the blast. I need a medic, he thought, looking at his friend propped up by the wall of the trench.
“Medic, I need a medic over here” he shouted frantically.
After a few minute the felt like hours someone with a red cross painted on to his helmet ran over.
“I’ve got from here,” the medic shouted at Neil.
“I’m staying here to cover you,” Neil then notice that his gun was missing and saw that the his friend's gun was lying next to him. Digging it out of the mud and cleaned it off a little. Neil knowing that he would need more ammo than the gun could hold, grabbed some off. Then looked back at the medic to find that another man with a stretcher had come to get him. The rain and wind pelting the ground splashing mud and water on to Neil face blinding him for a split second. To then see that he medics had started to move him off of the battlefield or some place safer than this. Without thinking about was continuing the fight, he followed them off to a small room that was carved into the ground. People were running around trying to get to all the injured soldier that were laying in on stretcher and the one who could stand leaning up against the wall with badges wrapped around their wounds and the yelling of men from the outside came through the entryway. They set him down on a table that was close the entry and Neil made his way over there. A doctor came over
“He’ll be fine. Go back out the battlefield if you’re not hurt.” he said.