Tucker Muse
Period 3
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Quite on the Western Front Journal Project
Lutenit Tucker Muse
24 June 1912
Today I enlisted into the German
army. I plan on being in the infantry, and I am really excited. I can’t wait to
fight for my nation and see the bloodshed of another nation for my countries
good. Not only that but the is going to be a cake walk
Lutenit Tucker Muse
14 July 1912
Today’s the day I passed basic
training and I feel more ready to kill than ever. I can’t wait to get on the
battlefield against the French. I have a gut feeling that those Frenchies with
there wine, art, and other women like things won’t touch us. I’m in one of the
first units to be deployed on the front line and I can wait for them to bit the
dust. I can throw a grenade a 120 feet and as long as someone is in-between my
crosshairs they will be toast. I start marching to the area where the battles
will take place on the 17th of July. Everyday I’m getting more excited.
The only hardship I have had so far is food, but I’m pretty positive that won’t
be a problem for long. I have heard talk that my unit will be seeing battle in
as little as a week. Which isn’t a lot of time; it’s time to clean my gun so I
will be prepared.
Lutenit Tucker Muse
1 August 1912
I just made it back from my first
week up at the front. I was 1 of the 12 that made it back from my unit. Almost
all of my closest friends died feet away from me. I’m still in shock I even
survived. People arms flying through the air, half the time you don’t even know
what you’re shooting at. I thought I knew everything there was too about a
“combat situation” little did I know. Not only that but he French are not even
close to the push over I thought they would be. We are losing numbers so fast,
taking a look around I have a whole new perspective on life. As of right now
I’m just sticking with the few friends I do have and am really beginning to
hope I make it back to home alive.
Lutenit Tucker Muse
7 December 1912
You could almost consider me a local
at the front these days. I get angry at all the new recruits because they are
either getting in my way, or dieing. I have 1 friend left that was with me in
basic training. His name is Dexter and without him I don’t think I could make
it out here. I have the ability to recognize just about every type of gun
wither it be a pistol or a large turret gunner. I know what it shoots and what
it is capable of firing. Also these days I don’t think. Everything is instinct.
I shoot, kill, move on and I never be a hero, I have seen too many good men go
down trying to save ones life and if your out there on your own I’m not going
help that person. My feet are officially dead; at least they should be, because
trench foot has done a number on them. I feel as dead as a doornail and I have
killed for so long. All I dream about these days is my bed at home which
usually gives me the strength to go on. Its time for me to load up and pack out
I can already hear the guns a firin and the land mines a blastin.
Colonel Tucker Muse
4 June 1913
Winter is finally completely over and
done with. I have gotten promoted as they figured 9 months of fighting and
still alive is quite an accomplishment in itself. However in those nine months
I have seen too much bloodshed too much dieing. I need a change and I need one
soon. The Major told me I could have a 30 day leave of absence for my work at
the front. I’m happy to get a change and I am beginning to feel emotions for
the first time in months. Hopefully the war will end while I am gone. I have
learned a lot about everything here more than anything I could ever learn in
school and or training. I’m most happy to finally go home and be able to sleep
on my nice warm bed.