《Nightmare Front 1917》


 1. Attack!

    Spring 1917


    We sit in a quiet part of the western front. The wind is cool. The sun warm. We huddle in our trenches facing eastward to an unforeseeable enemy who stalks us in equal contempt. We have been here many months staring out at gentle sloping valley. The grass still grows here though, patches of craters and broken trees dot the green landscape. Amongst the jagged trees the flowers are in bloom scattered across the land with yellows, blues, and reds. Then there is the ugly horrible wire its spreads far to the east like a web in the distance. A lone stag stands amongst the jagged trees though we no not where it comes from.


    Nothing much happens here but there across the valley is the germans. We dont see them but we feel their eyes upon us.


    Many days have past and we get orders to attack and capture the enemy trench. I thought this was supposed to be a quiet front! We line up standing in the trench, bayonets out, ready for the signal. Men standing side by side waiting tensely like a coiled up spring prepared to be released. Quietly some men wretch and vomit, many are silent. The whistle sounds and we quietly climb the ladders out of the trench. Its a sunny cloudless day, I begin my long trek across no mans land. I occasionally dodge craters across the mostly green landscape and wonder why it is so silent. No sound of gunfire can be heard, no whistle of artillery sound.


    I would be lying if I said I wasn''t unnerved during the entire affair. I rush quicker now, men to my right and left, as we scurry amongst the broken trees and craters. Closer now we near the enemy wire, still no gunfire rings out. Men from the back pass up wire cutters and soon the sounds of cut wire reverberates like piano cords throughout the air. Surely they must know we are here, their discipline is outstanding! Gaps in the wire are made and we pass through.


    Twenty yards from their trench and closing, I jump full speed into the trench but misjudged how deep it was. I landed on my feet and fall down on to my back, I feel a hard crunch, something broke my fall. I gather myself, rise, and look down to find that a corpse saved me from injury. I look around and find german corpses all down the trench in both directions. They are in many phases of decomposition their rotting and bloating bodies produce a wretched oder that soon encompasses me. I hold my nose and watch as other men jump into the trench expecting a fight and are bewildered the same as I.


    One man jumps in and lands on a bloated corpse causing it to explode sending rotten pieces of flesh and putrefied organs in multiple directions splattering a few men with the reeking bile and meat. We all wander almost wading through decaying bodies. A light green fog hangs low to the ground. Shell casings litter the wooden walk ways, blood is plastered on the ground and trench walls. I wonder how did this happen, who killed these men? I look at a corpse sitting upright bullet holes and bayonet lacerations cover his body. How brutal his death was, but why?Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    A corpse bearing the insignia of an officer lies face down across a table. The sargent and his men pick through the deceased mans uniform finding a note scrawled. A private who reads german comes forward and translates. The note reads, " Men affected by gas leak, origin unknown. Must send for more medical aid."  This note did not help us solve our mystery but only added to our confusion. The sargent barks orders to some men and a few scamper amongst the trench.


    There suddenly a cry and a gunshot rings in to the air. A soldier comes sprinting, " Its Jenkins, he pulled his weapon on me I had to!" He shouts. We listen as he explains, " I don''t know what happen, he wasn''t himself." "He had his rifle pointed at me, he was about to pull the trigger." He sobs " I''ve known him a year now. Why would he do such a thing!". just then intense gunfire sounds.


    "The Germans are not all dead, find them." shouts the sargent. Men rush forward down the trench.  All that remaines are: Me, the sargent, and the man who had brought about the unfortunate demise of private Jenkins. He stands there and breaks in to a perfuse sweat, his skin pale, his hand twitchy. In a flash of movement he brings up his rifle and fires point blank in to the sergeant''s head. It explodes like a burst melon, his newly deceased body drops to the floor. I am completely shocked and surprised, I shout " Have you gone mad?!"  He swivels to me, rifle pointed, his eyes that of a man who seeks blood.


    He presses the trigger and to my surprise nothing happens. He forgot to reload the bolt! In aggravation he charges me. He intends to run me through with his bayonet! In a split second I thrust my self to dodge and he slams into the trench wall. He turns to me again and strikes me across the face with the butt of his rifle. I stagger backwards, my nose bloodied, stinging pain runs across my face. I know there is no reasoning with this savage man. I grapple with him sticking his rifle far above our heads. I struggle with all my might for then he head butts me with such concussive force that I fall backwards. Now he towers above me thrusting his bayoneted rifle to my chest. With as much force as I can, I brush away the blade causing it to stake itself into the ground. He falls on me now clubbing me with his fist. I grapple with him again this time upon the ground.


    Bang! A shot sounds, a hole burst through my assailant''s chest spattering me with his blood.  I throw off his body as he gasps for air and I look toward my savior. I see him standing there but he too has the same mad look in his eyes. But then sharp whistling sounds catch my attention. I look the the sky. Artillery!! It comes from our side! There is no escape for me for my new attacker has me dead in his sights and I can see the explosive brass shells arch closer. I close my eyes and prepare my self for my eventual demise. Explosions rock the earth I am thrown upward to a destination unknown to me. Pain envelopes my body in to as I slam into something hard. I feel numbness and everything fades to black.

 2. Metal Beast

    I awaken to find my self sitting at my firestep. it is early dawn, and a foggy mist has enveloped the earth. I pat myself down relieved it was just a dream. I must have fallen asleep on sentry duty, a punishable offense mind you. The sky still has a purplish hue to it as the suns rays have yet to penetrate the horizon. But in the fog i see in the distance a shape slowly moving through the haze towards our trench. I see the boxy shape begin to take form. A tank! an A7V to be exact. Its rectangular frame with its main cannon sticking from out its front portray its features. Im surprised at how its silent it glides over the broken terrain. "Attack! Attack!" I yell from the top of my lungs, and ring the bell as hard as I could muster.


    Soon a line of men form along the trench. Two men roll up a field gun along the rear of the parapet. We stand to and watch the form take full shape but where is the infantry? We expect a bombardment any minute now. We tensely wait. The field gun fires and the shell falls short in front of the tank sending a geyser of earth skyward. The vehicle, unwavering, continues on its straight path.


    The gunner loads another shell and fires. This one hits, the sound of tearing metal sounds throughout the field. The shot punched through the right of main gun on the boxy vessel were the driver should have been. But still the metal beast continues defiantly forward. A second field gun is pushed forward far to our rear left. Soon it too spews forth its deadly shot this one hits the top of the vehicle sheering away the metal on top. The sound of ripping metal is most awful to the ears. The metal beast still continues but does not fire return. We are unnerved as this lumbering mass continues unfazed.


    Suddenly the tank''s gun moves and fires, spreading forth its deadly shot. an explosion sounds and the earth is violently shook. The shell impacts our trench a little down the line from my position, The area disappears into a cloud of smoke. The dismembered arms of a man can be seen thrown to they sky. The call for a medic is raised accompanied by the sound of pained screams. Soon the order to fire is passed down and the sounds of rifles and machine guns join the symphony of the field guns. The sound of pinging can be heard as rounds ricochets off the metal frame. Have they gone mad? Why do they attack alone?If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Soon the tank is thirty yards away, still not maneuvering. The second field gun fires a shot that lands to the left lower corner of the tank tearing a gaping hole in its front blowing the left side door open, sparks fly across the field. Still the beast bears down upon us. It fires again but misses, the shot flies safely over our heads. It now begins to cross over our trench unfazed by rifle fire.


    The men are horrified for this tank has broken through! I mange to see through the open hatch door that revels and, through my complete shock, the vehicle to be empty. No one, not a soul inside." Its empty!" I try to shout above the sound of battle.


    I even notice no sound of the engine, which is usually very loud, cannot be heard.Its like this metal monstrosity is possessed by an unseen force. The field gun turns and fires point blank in to the side of the metal monster. Tearing metal sounds as the shell pass clean straight through from side to side, were the engine block should be, showering men below with sparks. Still it moves forward over the trench spattering earth everywhere. I am completely unnerved as all of us that this metal hulk still moves. In all of our shock the firing ceases. Silence fills the air as it passes through on its straight track. No attempts to chase it are made.


    We utterly bewildered soldiers talk amongst ourselves completely flabbergasted by the fact that not only did nobody pilot the vehicle, but also it moved with out an engine. Like it were dragged by some unseen cord. Soon now the tank is beyond our vision in the fog and the order to stand down is issued. I utterly exhausted and bewildered by events decide that it is in my best interest to rest. I find my dugout, place my mat, and drift off to sleep.

 3. The Living and the Dead.

    I awaken in my dugout. A soldier tells me it is time for my watch. I look to my wrist watch and find that it is eleven o''clock. I rise and gather my pack and my rifle. I walk out of my earthen bunker to find that it is a cool cloudless night. A full moon beams overhead. I groggily make my way to my look out post. Many men are asleep littering the trench with bodies to and fro. I make my way up to the firestep and peer over the trench wall into no mans land. As time passes I try to keep my self awake the best I could when a lone figure appears out of distance. I cannot make out any clear features but it is most certainly a man. I shout to wake my companions and ring the alarm bell. Soon men begin to take their positions along the firing steps. The figure moves slowly, the bright moon makes the figure glow. Then it happened. The figure stopped and rose slowly up in to the air. It must be levitating at least a hundred feet off the ground! We all stare in amazement for what kind of enemy trick is this. I am bewildered by the sight of this floating man for he remains motionless for quite some time. Some search lights have been rolled forward and cast a light peering through the darkness on the sill figure. I am horrified for the light shines through it! An apparition!


    Then a single flare is fired, it travels high and far, its radiance burning through the darkness. What I next witnessed terrified me to my core. My eyes wide with fear for there was not just one apparition but many, all levitating at equal height and spaced evenly. I m even more horrified as the flare illuminates the landscape, hundreds tombstones are spaced across the broken ground. I tremble uncontrollably with fear, for now the flare''s light burns out and darkness take hold of the land once again. The wispy fingers of the search lights probe the dark sky illuminating one individual specter after another. They hold their positions menacingly, the ghostly dead glaring down upon us.


    I can not believe my eyes for a fear of what these ghost of the dead have intended for us living. Suddenly a gunshot breaks the dark silence. The order to hold fire is pass down but it is too late! The visible specters snap their heads to the source of the disturbance. Shrieking is soon heard rising from the distance growing ever louder, soon the rows of ghost above us let out an ear piercing wail. The scream is that of banshees, I cover my ears, other men follow suit. we watch in horror as these unholy specters dive toward our trench.


    Without orders panicked men open fire. The mix of wailing, panicked screams, and gun fire ripple across the night sky. I watch as the fiendish apparitions pass in to the men. Their newly possessed bodies begin to rot and decay. I watch the man next to me become possessed and see that his face melts, his skin shreds, his abdomen burst open revealing the contents of his internal workings. His abdomen newly eviscerated one can see his liver, stomach and intestines. With his face melting, the flesh disintegrating before my eyes, He lets out a horrified blood curdling scream. His body falls to the floor.


    I am absolutely terrified, for soon other men drop as well. I look up and see the hostile spirits whiz through the air above us, machine guns firing in a futile attempt to shoot them down. Flares display their heavenly radiance far in to the darkened night sky. Soon out of the corner of my eye I see the recently deceased man rise, his body horribly mutilated. He races toward me, his entrails trailing the ground behind him. In panic I fire my rifle. The shot pass through the chest, blood splatters, the zombified man lunges for me. Quickly I stick bayoneted rifle up into his chin, hurriedly reload the bolt and fire point blankly. The deceased man''s head exploded with blood, brain, and fragments of skull splashing over me. He drops to the floor, his zombified remains convulse.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    I realize that now I am in a massive melee between the undead and the living! I am suddenly attacked from behind. The groaning of a walking corpse fills my ear and grabs on to my shoulders. Panicked I thrust the butt of my rifle in to the undead attacker''s stomach. I am shocked for instead of feeling a sudden rebound of the abdomen, I find that my rifle sinks in to the undead innards of my zombified assailant. The attacker bites down upon my left shoulder , I scream writhing in pain. He pulls with might and rips my flesh, exposing the blood and meat of my left shoulder. I pull my knife and break free from his grasp, I turn and slice at the undead throat of my attacker. Blood pours from his throat and he thrust himself upon me. We fall to the floor, I struggle to keep his gnashing teeth from causing me further injury. His eyes seemed to have melted in to his skull. Blood pours down my face and chest, soaking in to my uniform.


    Surely my end is upon me for my arms strains to hold this ravenous corpse off me. Suddenly I see the butt of a rifle slam in to the skull of my undead assaulter. He is knocked off of me and on to the ground. I look up and see a hand reach down to me. A still living man! I take hold of his hand and he raises me to my feet. I look in to his blood shot terrified but confident eyes when he is knocked down on to the floor. The undead fiend tears in to the back of my new found savior. I am shocked, I pull my pistol from its holster and fire three shots in to the attackers skull. Chunks of flesh and skull fly as his head exploded. The undead solider falls on to my ally''s body. I push off the newly dead corpse and try to aid my ally. His back terribly mutilated. He whimpers, " Finish me I''m done for". He looks to me with eyes of acceptance. Gut wrenching shame fills me. I level my revolver to his head. I look away as I pull the trigger. A shot sounds in to the night sky among the symphony of battle.


    I heard more groaning grow louder and I look to find more of the mutilated undead down the trench. There is too many! I must flee! I search for my escape route. I find a ladder and place it to the trench wall. The groaning is louder, they are right on top of me! I hurriedly climb, my shoulder burning with intense pain, for the undead surround me. They grab hold of my foot and stall my ascension. I kick with what little energy I have left. My boot loosens and is soon forcefully removed from me, but I am free from the undead''s grasp. I sprint almost hobbling for one foot is bare and is pained treading on the broken ground. I glance over my shoulder and see the battle still rages between the living and undead. The specters still wailing as they soar in the air. The sounds of: machine guns, rifles, wails and screams fade as I sprint as fast as my tired body will allow. Suddenly I trip and strike my head upon the ground. Everything is black.

 4. Masked Man

    I awaken in my dugout in a cold sweat. Just a nightmare, praise God! Suddenly though I find a silhouette of a man standing over me. The candle dimly displays scant features but I can make out very little. The rain splatters the roof of my dugout making water drip from the ceiling. Then in a flash of lightning I see the man holding a large trench knife the bright red blood dripping from the blade. My heart races! My eyes narrow! For now see its from a whisp of the flame, its a German soilder! I jump to my feet, my stomach nauseous, my heart beating faster then what I could believe possible. He raises his knifed hand the blade pointed downward.


    In a rash quick decision, I tackle the assailant slamming him in to the wall. I wrestle the blade from his hand and it drops to the floor. I wrap my hands around his throat and apply all the pressure I could manage. His face cloaked by a gas mask, He grabs for my hands pushing them upward. I grab the bottom of the mask and rip it off his face. To my shock I find he has no face, no expression! No eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, nothing but flesh!Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I jump back in complete horror utterly terrified by this abomination for I am now paralyzed with fear. The faceless assailant takes advantage of this new found freedom and retrieves his knife and lounges at me plunging the blade deep in to my heart. The sharp burning pain envelopes my chest my sight grows dim. my end is near. I feel the blood pouring from my wound its wet sensation flowing down my chest.


    He retracts his blade the sharping pain increases. I find I can no longer keep my self up right. I fall to the floor on my side. darkness encroaches my vision. My body feels cold. My breath is fading. So weak, I lie in a pool of my own blood. There in the entrance the silent faceless stranger watches emotionlessly. I no longer can feel my body. The darkness closes to black.

 5. Purgatory

    I awaken in what appears to be a crater the lower half of my body rests in a pool of blood. I clutch my chest and examine my self for a wound, I find none. It is dark outside from what I can see, the sky has a dark red overcast to it. I rise and peer my head above the craters edge.I see a barren landscape full of craters, mud and endless rows of large crosses evenly spaced as far as the eye can see in every direction.


    I climb out of the crater my lower half soaked with blood that is not my own. Far off in distance i can see the flashes and hear the rolling of thunder. I clamor through the mud to the first cross I see. It is much larger than it seems. Must be at least 10 feet tall, but to my utter surprise I find a man crucified to it. I look at the other crosses and they all bear a crucified soul. Its as if I were in a field of crucifixes.


    As I approach I see a man in a british uniform ragged and torn. His face caked in mud, his hands and feet bound in barbed wire to the wooden pillers. Below the feet hangs a sign inscribed "Thou shall not kill". He appears dead but as I squelch by in the mud, his eyes flash open and he cries out. He screams to me, " Where is my God?!" "Why has he forsaken me?!" Soon others wake and cry almost in loud unison " Where is our God?!". The pained figure hanging there glances toward me menacingly and yells "Why didnt you stop them?!", "Why would they not end this war?!". Then the figure coughs and gags and out flows from his mouth, Rats! I am repulsed and horrified as they pour down the sides of his mouth. They scurry down to his hands and torso where they gnaw and feast upon the flesh. I am utterly terrified and try to run, trudging past the screaming character crying out in an agony I cant adequately describe.


    I pass another crucifix this time the figure bearing the marks of a german uniform. He is bound the same way with a sign below the feet inscribed as before, "Thou shall not kill." I hear his wheezes as he struggles and gasps for breath. Dark yellow gas is expulsed as he exhales. His eyes, blood shot, they almost plead for any aid. Full of gut wrenching shame I look away and try to trudge as fast as I can though the mud and hurry away from this field of crucifixion.


    The screams and crying sobs of tormented men fills my ears to where one cannot hear himself think. I pass another figure in a uniform I can not recognize. At his feet a sign, bears once again the inscription, "Thou shall not kill." Almost as I past this figure, he bursts into flames screaming in horrible agony. His uniform burns up and one can see the charing of the flesh.


    I pass another cross this one bearing a man with another uniform i do not recognize. His body is horribly mutilated for his exposed ribs are peeled away to revel his: heart, lungs, liver and intestines. I watch his heart ever beating and lungs wheeze with air. He looks at me with a face wreathed in pain. I can not bear it any longer. My heart races for my only thought is how do I leave this wretched hellscape.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Then I see him, in the distance, his figure is an unknown thousands of feet tall. The Grim Reaper himself so large a monstrosity that he dwarfs the landscape. Cloaked in a tattered black robe, you can see his skelectal hands holding a scythe that could be miles long. With it he tends to the fields of crucifixes as a farmer would till his wheat. He stands menacingly in the distance, slowly sweeping as he performs his unholy harvest. He appears so occupied with the task at hand, he does not look this way.


    I am completely awe struck and horrified for what is this horrible place? Just then as I hurriedly trudge through the mud I kick something hard. I look upon the ground and find a head, mud soaked, with eyes glaring up upon me. I scream as the mud caked figure rises before me, mud dripping from his frame. Soon between the crosses other mud soaked figures rise and slowly start towards me. My eyes wide with fear for I sense their malicious intent. I reach for my service weapon and find the holster empty. I am completely terrified now as I am utterly defenseless.


    The many muddied creatures lumber towards me. I turn to flee and soon find myself falling face first in to a crater filled with blood. Suddenly my vision is blackened as I submerge. I claw my way back to the surface and break though the sticky barrier. I draw a deep breath my lungs fill with air and the vile liquid. I wipe blood from my eyes and the muddied figures stared down upon me standing in a circle among the craters edge. I tread water and suddenly strands of barbed wire snake out from under me, it wraps itself around my legs and up to my torso. So quick is the wire that I barely have time to be startled before it pulls me under again in to the blood. I am now restrained and hold my breath for I know my end will be to drown here.


    Then just as suddenly, I rise up and out of the blood pool. I find that now I am tied to a pillar of wood. My arms forcefully stretched outward, the barbs lacerate and pierce my skin producing the most awful burning sensation. The wire bounds my hands and feet for now I am amongst one of the crucified! I cry out in agony, the barbs tearing my flesh. I try to struggle and break free nut the wire tighten its grip. Then I fall silent for I see him again and he sees me. There the Reaper towers high above me, I look up and see into his skull, though he has no eyes, I know he looks at me, amused at my misfortune.


    Then he cackles inaudibly and begins his horrible harvest, swinging his scythe, it slowly churns up the rows in front of me. The sound of petrified men ring into the air. Closer it comes now, the crosses far in front disappear behind the blade into a cloud of upturned red muck. The loud roar of upturned ground grows ever louder. The blade now soon to the front of me. I am terrified of its size for it is indeed miles long. I close my eyes consigning my self to my fate for any fate must be better then this hell. The roar of earth is so loud it is deafening and the ground violently shakes. This is the end. I am launched upward, my body airborne, I feel myself in flight. Then all sensation leaves me. Everything is black.

 6. Awakening

    I awaken screaming my, body trembling, my heart sprinting, I throw myself upright. I manage to stifle my panic for when I look around I find im laying in a bed. I look around the room im in and find an empty bed beside mine. Sunlight shines through the open windows. A cool spring breeze brings fresh air into the building. The nightmares, they dont stop and havent for a long time. I look at a calendar in front of my bed. It reads March 2nd, 1924.


    A bottle of pills sits on the night stand. I feel pain in my legs and I am soon reminded that I have none, only stumps below the knees are what remains. A Wheelchair sits beside me and I struggle to clamor in to it. After multiple unsteady attempts i eventual succeed. I roll my self out of the door and into the hallway. Sunlight blinds me from the multiple windows. My eyes adjust and I see men walking about and women scurry in nurses uniform. One nurse approaches me and sayes, Oh! good you are awake.", "How did the new meds work last night?". I smile faintly. I watch as a man bangs his head in to the wall, an orderly rushes to stop him. A few men mill about in wheelchairs. Days have turn to weeks in here, weeks into months, months in to years. All the while the nightmares continue. I see a sign hanging that reads, "Sunny View Asylum for the Insane". I hate it here. Ever since that day on the front, my life has been changed.


    Doctors prescribe me so called miracle cures with a wide assortment of medications. Nothing helps, every night the nightmares return, every day I fear slumber. Shell Shock they call it. A soldiers disease.I watch sometimes as my roommate writhes in his bed at night, calling out to his long dead friends, he screams in horrible fashion for which the nurses have to give him a tranquilizer to sleep. If only I could be so lucky. Tranquilizers still bring the nightmares for me.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    We have a recreation room though few of us patients here rarely visit. The ones who do often have eyes that seem to stare at an unforeseeable distant object for which I haven''t a clue. Others talk to men who are not there, hallucinations are what the orderlies call them. Some men I watch as I roll about spontaneously burst in to tears. Orderlies try to tend to the poor souls but nothing can stifle their sobs. Its disheartening to watch.


    May days pass and I find my roommate died in the night.To much tranquilizer the doctor said. I will miss him greatly. He was my only ally in this wretched place. We would often postpone our sleep talking of your experiences in the war, our longing for the outside world, and a finally of our horrible nightmares neither one of us can be rid of. God how I hate this place! I long for my release! They tell me I cannot leave this place for I am to unstable they say.


    One night I hatch my plot. I take the bottle of pills on my nightstand and with a large gulp swallow as many as I can. I lie there in bed longing for deaths sweet release. I feel my stomach tighten and burn, my chest aches with pain but I dare not cry out. I endure for suicide is painless and my great reward is worth enduring the immense pain I feel. My vision is encroaching to darkness. My pain is unbearable but I do not cry. I am almost filled with excitement and dread. Excited that my torment will end and I will find peace. Dread for what if I don''t find what I am looking for. My body turns numb and my vision fades away. This is it, the great unknown. Everything turns to black.

 7. Peace

    I awaken in my bed, It is still dark. I am filled with immeasurable disappointment. My efforts futile for there is no escape from this place. I quietly sob, tears roll down my face soaking into my garments.


    Just then, there is a brilliant flash of light. My eyes burn from the blinding for I close and open them and find before me, A figure of a women floats at the end of my bed. How beautiful! For her blue-green glow gives off a soft light. Her robes and hair flow in an invisible gentle breeze. Her eyes soft and caring. Her skin gentle and pale. I look and I find she has wings outstretched. An angel of God!


    She hovers delicately there at the end of the bed. Though she does not speak, I can hear her. Her voice is that of kind embracing, like a mother would speak to a scared child. She starts with, "Do not be afraid for God has found pity on your tormented soul." "He seeks an audience with you, young son of Adam and Eve." I sit up right and cry uncontrollably for this is truly the most beautiful event I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Closer she comes and with a gentle hand, She wipes away my tears. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    She declares softly, "Do you wish to join Him?","But do be warned, once you leave, there is no returning.". " I am ready." I declare in almost a whimper. She rises above me and soon a brilliant white light encompasses me. Its radiance brings about a warm peace.


    I feel my spirit being lifted up towards the heavens. I feel the most blissful peace I could imagine. I feel the loving embrace of God! I travel even closer to a brighter radiant white light and I know my deliverance is near. I close my eyes and accept the loving embrace. Everything is white. Peace at last, Peace at last!