My name is Himmelstoss,
I was an NCO, I've held authority. The war made me become something, something
I wasn't, but deserved to be. As a post man I was ridiculed, ‘Himmelstoss
you’re 5 minutes late… Himmelstoss this letter was supposed to come last week’
but now, I have power. I gained a sense of satisfaction out of training my men.
For once I barked the orders instead of receiving them myself. I have to admit,
acting as I did, did entertain me. My men hated me for my harsh conditions but
it will help them realize what they will come to face. It is through my actions
I hope they would respect me, I just wish I could have conditioned myself. I
was scared to fight, I cowered in the trenches while we were at the line. It
wasn't until the most horrifying fight that I realized where I went wrong. I
tried to make amends for the treatment I gave my men. I made sure while back
from the front that they were nourished and they could work with ease. I still
wonder and hope that it wasn't too little too late.
I thought this was posted last week but it was never published.
I thought this was posted last week but it was never published.
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