Never Bring a pony to a gunfight

In the Dark murky trenches filled with death and the horrid stench of rotting bodies, with the left over liquid muster gas shells lying in the mud as the rain poured into the shell holes filling them to there very brims, this was France 1915 and in these dark times of war between France, Russia and Britain vs. Germany, the still cold November air drifted in over no mans land, freezing the fingers of the soldiers as they stood in the frozen puddles with there En-fields at the ready just in case anything decides to move,

"Not a lot out there tonight eh lads?" whispered one soldier to his fellow squad,

"Shut your gob, private" replied the sergeant of the squad holding his rifle close to chest,

"We've intercepted a bit of Intel from the Hun, lads" said the sergeant reading a letter in the moonlight,

"Says we'll be making another push tomorrow 10:00 sharp, so get your arses to bed and get some rest. The next squad will scout for the rest of the night" Continued the sergeant as the squad proceeded back into the trenches to retreat from the cold mist. The soldiers all knew of their fate in the morning, it was either get gunned down by a German machine gun, or get a court martial for cowardice so the men needed to stay and fight, most of them where only 18, 19 or even 16, they where very young and needed to lie to get into these trenches but they soon joining the local regiment was a terrible idea, Pvt. Wilkins had arrived from Cambridge in December 1914, Cpl. George had arrived from Liverpool in March 1915 and last but not least was young Pvt. Avery who was just 16 years of age and had signed up to try and escape his life back in England, he'd seen this war now and thought it was hell, as he drifted off into a weak slumber he whispered to himself,

"Please take me to someplace peaceful, Not England, Not here either...Somewhere new and happy".

The very next morning all soldiers stood at arms, Loading there rifles and the commanders loading there revolvers, it was dead silence in the trenches and the soldiers quivering in fear at what may happen next,
"FIRST COMPANY! MOVE FORWARD! HAVE ONE UP THE SPOUT AND READY!" yelled the Captains as all the soldiers stepped forward sending a few squeaking rats running,

"Good luck everyone" encouraged the captain to his squad before he blew his whistle. All the men charged forward unleashing a terrific battle cry with responding gun fire from the German guns as the British artillery blasted out heavy shells exploding the dugouts with rifles and pistols blasting out rounds at a fast rate, it was as if an Earthquake was going on with all the bombs uprooting the dirt and muddy water,

"THERE FLOORING PRETTY DAMN HARD! WHEN THERE GUNS OVERHEAT WE GO FOR AN ATTACK!" bellowed a sergeant making an attempt to address his squad but the guns and explosions drowned him out pretty quick, some soldiers sat there in bewilder at the sprinting troops as they had been hit by shell shock, the bodies hit the ground with a thud as the machine gun fire had torn them up, Pvt. Avery was crouching behind an old wall as it was pelted with gun fire,

"ARG!" he cried as the bullet pierced the cover and smashed his gun barrel,

"FUCK!" he exclaimed running to the body of a fallen ally to try and take his weapon, he turned his head as he heard the battle cry of a German running at him with a knife and responded by grabbing the En-field from the fallen soldiers hand and slicing through the Germans throat with a bayonet, the German cried in pain as blood began to pour from his mouth and the wound in his throat, Pvt. Avery saw his squad calling him into a old abandoned German dugout and quickly made a dash for it, Machine gun fire pelted the ground around him as he leaped over huge craters left by the Artillery cannons, he continued to sprint across the live battle field but in a attempt to jump a large crater a machine gun round blasted through his skin and into his heart,

"GUH!" Pvt. Avery grunted as he hit the ground,

"Uh...Gah...Please...Take me someplace peaceful..." Pvt. Avery panted rolling into a crater as his vision blurred into a colorless picture, he passed out.