Author: seareigns

tomhardigans:

It’s a living, waking nightmare. There was a soldier, a German. Him and his men tried to attack our position in the Argonne forest. It was night time and while he was trying to climb through some barbed wire I shot him twice; once in the stomach and once in the neck. He slumped over the barbed wire and no matter what he did to try and wriggle free, it just got worse for him. I left him there like that for days listening to him moaning, crying ‘Mutti! Mutti! Mutti!’. That’s German for Mama…mama, that’s what he kept saying.

The curious thing is that despite the fact that his situation was utterly hopeless, he didn’t want to die. I offered to kill him several times but he just kept fighting. Like some miracle would befall him and get him out of his predicament. We hold on so desperately to life, some people feel, certainly in that soldier’s situation that being alive is much much worse.