Stormtroopers

The wind quietly blows over the trenches.
The sound of distant artillery fire echoes through no man's land, it's almost calming.
No man's land is full of craters, bodies and wrecks of large land ships, who tried their luck to break through the enemy defence.
The trenches are dirty and crowded, it's an uneasy, but a relatively safe place.
The sound of machine gun fire suddenly goes silent, and screams echo throughout the trenches.
A man in the distance yells " GAS! "
Not long after, a large cloud of mustard gas engulfs the first line of trenches, soldiers retreat while waving their rifles around in a fit of panic.
As the first line of trenches is completely engulfed by the gas, the enemy makes their move, climbing out of their trenches and quietly advancing forward, stepping on the bodies of the deceased as they make their way through no man's land.
As the British soldiers continue retreating, trying to avoid the gas, the enemy reaches their trenches.
A man wearing a heavy backpack and a belt with multiple tools and pouches attached to it crouches in front of the crude barbed wire that protects the British trenches.
He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a pair of metal wire cutters.
The tool has clearly seen better times, it's stained and a part of it is chipped off.
The man begins cutting the barbed are, one wire at a time.
The gas cloud slowly begins to dissipate.
The enemy men finally break through the barbed wire and begin jumping into the British trenches.
They take whatever they can, ammunition, grenades, bandages and rations.
Suddenly, a gun shot can be heard, shortly accompanied by a loud scream.
A loud thud echoes through the trenches as the man's lifeless corpse hits the ground, with a stream of blood pouring out of his neck.

aight that's all I'm mentally capable of, for now

finished edits

Also very cool (fr tho)

I'm going to make some edits to this to make it better, I'll explain all the edits as well so don't worry

The wind blows over the trenches and the no-man's-land.
The sound of distant artillery fire echoes through the wastes, monotonous and constant.
The no-man's-land is full of fallen soldiers and tanks, who tried to break through into their enemy's trench, knowing it was an exercise in futility.
The trenches are dirty and crowded. They're filled with mud nearly a foot deep. The men in the trenches dreamed of having dry socks more than they dreamed for an end to the artillery and machine-guns.
The sound of machine gun fire goes silent as the screams of men echo throughout the no-man's-land. No soldier dares peek their heads out of the trenches, but all of them knew that something was to come.
Soon, a cloud of gas engulfed the first line of trenches. It was as if hell itself had been unleashed upon the men. The screams and yelling gave way to coughing and hacking as the soldiers began coughing up their liquefied lungs.

The enemy line finally advances with the help of the wind and an invention by Fritz Haber. They climbed out of the trenches and marched forward and across the dead bodies, broken bones, and unexploded ordinance. A barrage of artillery turns the marching into frantic running.
The Germans all methodically clear the rusted and crude razor wire enough to enter the trenches, not knowing the horrors Haber's gas had wreaked.
The Germans finally enter the trenches and are greeted with the most horrifying sight most of them had ever seen, even for those who'd spent months out in the place. The bodies littered the ground, feet thick in some places.

As they tried to take the rifles, ordinance, and supplies, they noticed a barely-alive man with a cloth covered in urine held up to his face with his right hand. The cloth didn't do much, evidently, as the skin on his arms was falling off because of Haber's gas. A lone German took pity on the poor man and shot him in the neck to put him out of his misery. The man made a hushed rasping noise as blood gushed out of his neck and he began convulsing on the ground.

Explanations in comment replying to this comment, not enough space in this one

1. Improved some word choices.
2. Artillery fire wouldn't exactly be calming in any way. I replaced "almost calming" with "monotonous and constant".
3. The trenches, at least for the French (not british, the trenches were in france. There may have been british and american soldiers, but these were mixed in with the french.) were extremely unsanitary. It was a place where diseases were spread. Most deaths in WW1 were from disease.
4. edited the thing where the soldiers first heard the scream, because this story is presumably the French's first encounter with gas and before soldiers all carried gas-masks.
5. Replaced Mustard Gas with Chlorine Gas, referred to as "Haber's Gas" here.
6. Soldiers really couldn't get out of the trenches because machine guns and rifles were constantly pointed out of the trenches. In a situation like this, if you stayed in the trench you would die, but if you tried to get out, you would die as well.
7. I rewrote the second half a bit because there were some parts which made little sense.
a. Chlorine is an alkaline, and there are a few stories of people who in desperation urinated on a piece of cloth and breathed through it in an attempt to get away. This may have worked in a few cases if the person had exceptionally acidic urine and wasn't inhaling much chlorine, but for the most part it was done as a thing in desperation.

Thank you truly.

Big black men are in your bedroom

do you have the mental capacity to be serious for once

ye

call him "right nut" he really hates that