“Everybody hold your stations!” Herbert yelled to his soldiers. Bullets were flying over the trenches and other commanders yelling orders to keep their soldiers in line. Explosions blowing entire battalions away. Herbert looked over to see one of his younger troops curled up in a ball, crying.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing soldier!” Herbert yelled.
“I-I can’t stay here. I don’t belong here!” the soldier yelled back.
Herbert slapped him in the face then pulled him by his jacket towards him “None of us belong here! Do you really think that we would be here if we weren’t trying to stop this hell from coming into our country?!”
The soldier looked around at all the soldiers around him. He noticed that their expressions were full of resilience. They were fighting for a cause that was greater than themselves, because they were fighting for their family and friends.
Herbert saw his expression change to determination “Now pick your gun up and remember who you are fighting for!”
The soldier picked his gun up and started shooting at the oncoming troops with a new sense of urgency. Herbert continued to yell orders at his subordinates as the war raged on without an end in sight and rain began to pour from the sky.