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Yellow Gas

November 22, 2013
By Donald Kridler BRONZE, Kent City, Michigan
Donald Kridler BRONZE, Kent City, Michigan
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“Ssssss” the canister went while pouring yellow smoke that was like gunpowder in the air but just thicker.
The yellow smoke was nothing like the gunpowder it didn’t remembered me of campfires it just burned my eyes and lungs.

I was about to give up to the gas.

I remember the word of my best friend Nicky said to me with his dying breath “You have to make it out alive, don’t have both of our family suffer.”

I blacked out in the blackness I could only see Nicky and me having the snowball fight the only one I won it went on for hours.
In the end I snapped a snowball at his stomach and it smacked him right there he was cover with this snow, but he was not frustrated but ecstatic that I finally won.

When I woke up someone was tapping me on the shoulder.
I couldn’t see but I knew it was the only person in my trench that didn’t get blinded or dead from the yellow gas that stuck the feeling of having the rough childhood that most of us had in to our head.

It sounded like 20 feet cracking the wet old red boards, but I can only hear the gunfire ringing in my ear.

He helped me up and told me to walk to the back and hold the shoulders of the soldier at the end of the line.
It was harder to take every step with the elephant on my chest getting heavier and heavier.

We were walking for a while.
All of a sudden I know I was standing over Nicky.

I kneeled down to his side.
My right pant leg was soaking in blood it was dipped in the Red Sea.
The blood was trying to grab my legs.
From his wound that went through his heart.
That would broke his mother’s too.

I picked him up on to my shoulders to carry him to the base.
Quickly when I started to walk I remember that I was blind.

The quick walk in the park turn to hours.

When we got back to the base they said I was out there for days.

They thought I died out there.
I would have but Nicky’s last words gave me hope and keeped me moving.

After the war was over I some how survived it and didn’t die from the gas.
My mother was happy to hear that I didn’t die, but she was sad for Nicky and his family.


The author's comments:
We are doing poetry about WW1 in english/history. We need to submit your work to someone. The poem is about a soldier named Dan that was blinded by mustard gas after his best friend Nicky died. He finds Nicky's body and carry him to the base. The only thing that kept Dan going was Nicky's last words " You have to make it out alive, don't make both of our family suffer"

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