(As much as I think I am going to do for this. I don’t do meth so I can’t really go in detail without sounding like a n00b lol.)
Starless. The nights sky blacked out like the veil of funeral mourners. I remember sitting in the cold, cramped confides of our trench. For miles across the blasted French country side, our trenches stretched. The German high command made it very adamant to our commanding officers; “The fortitude of our nation’s integrity shall be compromised naught, by the fool-heated mistake of poor leadership and undermined control of the natural order of rank,” Or in terms that meant something to your common soldier like myself; long sleepless nights.
Having been on the front end of the war over the past four months, the men in my rifle squad had worked out a pretty manageable system. No longer did we sleep exposed to the elements, only being entrenched a few feet into the side of a trench wall. Out of necessity, our collected mind power came with the idea to make create an earth packed bunker reinforced with fallen cedar donated from the local churches lawn.
On this particular night inside of our subterranean home, we experienced something unlike ever before. Just recently we had received a new shipment of raw meat. The new recruits kept getting younger and younger, and this one was no exception. We received two kids from the slums of Berlin. The more talkative of the two boys was named Herrick. He was average height, a little below weight so his bones bulged out of his skin and jumped right into your eyes.
Within the first three days of the new recruits being in the unit, very earth shattering news was reveled to the squad. Being from the slums of Berlin, these boys were exposed to some very harsh and cold ideas. One of these being mind altering drugs, made from common house hold items.
“Right-oh chaps; this is what’s going to happen. After we got done mixing this all on up for us, were going to be having a just splendid evening out on the town.” Everyone cracked a smile. It was a mutually shared feeling between the veterans that Herrick was a good add on to the squad. His sense of humor and whit made every member of the squad feel somewhat human again.
Nearing completion, Herrick waved the collection of men to huddle around him. From out of his satchel he brought forth a doctors syringe. The main part of it was comprised of glass, the ends fashioned from light aluminum. He fit his fingers inside of the circular shaped holes and began to draw in the concoction he had finished.
Every man began to roll up their sleeves, taking off their belts and preparing one another’s arm for what was about to happen. Herrick had explained the night before how vital it was to make sure your veins were pumped full of blood, and demonstrated how to slap your fore arm to help the veins pop out.
Standing in a neat row, every man slapping away at their wrist, tightening their belts for optimal insertion. What a sight to see. I am sure the Brass was not expecting these types of actions for the defense of our great nation.
