It has been twenty days since we moved to Verdun. Most of our former regiment have sadly been in the wrong place at the wrong time and were blown to bits by artillery or grenades from the German sturmtruppen. We are all affected by this and the war, but the most affected is Verie who lost one of his former comrades named Thompson who got gassed and now Verie writes poems about the war, depression and his fallen comrades. He is not to blame for many of us of have been either writing about are dead friends,family or country and in hopes we can win this war. Some of us have accepted the fact that we will... die. Suddenly someone yells "Gas!!!" I now only know one thing and only one thing now, but on the mask or die. I see other soldiers dropping dead to the floor with the expressions on their faces full of terror as if it were frozen in time. After searching through dead bodies I finally see a gas mask and put it on my face as fast as I can. i feel the sudden rush of cold air and finally begin to breath again. And then I pass out. In darkness I can here a voice in the distance yelling "Wake up". "Am I dreaming or am I actually dead?" I think. Soon after instead of seeing eternal darkness, I start to see the light. The light is getting brighter and then suddenly I see Müller yelling at me "Get up, the Germans are coming" and then he points to the shadows in the distance. Müller tries to lift me up and drag me to a nearby shelter to cover me from the artillery. And then he was shot in the heart. Standing there as if he were frozen in time, he looks down at me shaking his eyes uncontrollably and then he looked down and saw the blood on his uniform. I still remember his last words before he hit the ground dead "Louis...run". After I saw Müller die, a German soldier walked up to me among the chaos and yelled something in German and knocked me out when he hit me with his rifle.