The Moon's Iron cross

I frowned as more mud from the trench filled my boots, until the final bubble of air-popped. I took a seat on an empty ammunition crate and took off my boot and began emptying the seemingly endless supply of mud.

Once the distant sound of artillery screaming through the sky finally reached my ears, I pressed my helmet as close to my head as possible. Explosions began to destroy the ground around me.

The British forces usually charged our positions once the artillery ceased.

I put the half mud-filled boot back on and got to my gunning position on an MG 08. Hundreds of empty shell casings lay scattered on the ground. Each one symbolizing the amount of life taken by this gun.

A sharp whistle and roar of men flooded the valley of No Man's Land. I started to shoot at anything that held a rifle and a British helmet on.

After what seemed like hours we had finally forced the allies to retreat.

I was sitting down on a box filled with empty casings attaching a bayonet to my Gew 98 rifle. I knew we would charge soon. That was our tactic when the retreat they are tired when they are tired they are weak, when they are weak we attack!

A sharp whistle from the middle of our trench signaled the charge. My fellow Germans let out loud battle cries as if they were trying to summon their fallen brothers to give them strength. They were doing just that. I climbed out of the trench and ran towards the enemy. my brothers fell to the bullets from rifles and machine guns alike. Mortar shells ripped apart bodies and barbed wire. Suddenly a mortar shell dug into the ground in front of me.

(Flashback)
"Bang bang bang." The sounds of children filled the air.

"Gah ha ha ha" Me and my friends were playing in my backyard on my birthday. We were wearing grey and green 'uniforms' and used sticks as rifles and rocks as grenades. My mother and father were talking to the parents of my friends and now and then look at us and smile. Suddenly my friend threw a rock at my feet. (Flashback end)

I opened my eyes and was temporarily blinded by the light of a full moon and I moved my arms in front of me to shield my eyes.

I felt weird but I just shrugged it off as shell shock.

When I tried to get to my feet I feel right back down. I looked at my arms but only saw the end of my sleeves. I began to hyperventilate and brought them closer to my face. To my surprise, there was no blood. The spot where my wrists were supposed to be as hard and grey. I also looked at my feet and saw them too were missing. I also had a tail, a FUR tail! The realization of my condition suddenly became clear. I had become a horse! I looked to my side to find my rifle and grenades. I re-equipped myself and put my helmet back on.