Gas attack!

A whole arduous month after the visit of the priest i was awoken in the night by the smell of fear, and gas. I could feel it seeping into my lungs and knew that all was lost. I like my friends was going to die alone in this trench, surrounded by death and deceit. I cried out in pain a smy lungs started to break down, my breath now coming in wheezy gasps. I lay down as peacefully as possible and accepted my fate. ''Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori''- Rubbish.