Personal Narrative: All Quiet On The Western Front

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I’ve been training for this for a month now. I didn’t want to get drawn, but then again, I didn’t have a choice. I think I’m ready for this, ready to fight. What these people are doing, is wrong. The pain that one man has caused throughout the world makes my stomach do a twist. The things he has done are hard to speak of. I’m 18 years old, and I’m going to fight in this terrible war. The Nazi’s were going to pay for what they did. They say I’m doing a good thing, that I’ve made the right choice. They didn’t care that this choice wasn’t even of my choosing. I know the men are supposed to go save the country, the world. But my world was at home. I know I’m saving my country, but that doesn't mean I dont have doubts. What if we aren’t enough …show more content…
I woke up with a kink in my neck that troubled me more than a charley horse. The sun was still rising as I got up from my mat. I heard a young voice come from outside the tent. I looked, and a boy around the age of 15 was talking to the other soldiers. I interrogated him immediatley if he worked with the Nazi’s. He said yes, but then said no, that he was only a messenger of Timothy L. Jones. I was shocked, why would Tim send a messenger? I asked the boy what the message was. The boy replied with, “I’ve been seen by the night owl and have been plucked of all my feathers. The high sun’s peak is when the ground claims me.” I knew what Tim had meant. He wanted the message to be somewhat inconspicuous. I gathered my things and left at once.
On the way to the concentration camp. I could only think of the terrible things that could have happened to Timothy in one night. My friend was going to die in hours, and I was walking in alone. I heard, from Nazi’s that passed by, that the execution house was only a quarter mile within the wall. By luck, the guard that had been covering this section of the fence was sleeping, so I quickly cut the wires and made my way through the hole that I made. I ran until i saw the execution house, I probably had thirty minutes left to save
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