Dislcaimer: Sadly, anything from Blackadder doesn't belong to me.
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He had tried everything. Every shrewd idea of his and cunning plan of Baldric's was exhausted- this time, there really was no getting away from it. They were going over the top; and the chances were they weren't going to come back down. And he; the great Blackadder, experienced in the military and all that comes with it- he was terrified. More so, in fact, than he had ever been in his whole life.
He looked round the faces of his comrades, and wondered what each were thinking; Darling- well the spineless wimp was cowering before his very eyes. He still couldn't wish impending doom on him though, no matter how much he hated him. George- well, he was pretty sure George had left his brain back in England but that didn't mean he deserved to be shredded by German artillery. And Baldric- Dear, completely bonkers Baldric, who never even had a brain to begin with, but that didn't mean he warranted having whatever was up there blasted clean out. And what about himself? Out of all of them there, he probably deserved certain death the most, but that didn't mean he wanted it. No. He rather preferred George's idea of ice cream in Belgium in fifteen days.
The air seemed to grow colder. Maybe it was just in his head, or maybe it was God trying to hack him off one last time. Then again, he pondered if it was even possible that there was a God, what with all the killing going on. Hell, it was almost literally like sending lambs to the slaughter. They all ended up the same anyhow- dead. Cold, unseeing and dead. There was little point trying to stay positive.
Blackadder began to wonder whether it was worth going through all the trouble of running out onto the field, and dying a long, drawn out death, with blood, pain and being trampled on, when he could just do it quickly and far more cleanly himself. What was one more bullet, one more man?
"I'm scared sir." Of course it was worth it. What would they do without the great Blackadder?