Original Writing: A Soldiers Tale …

Essay by angellinaA-, June 2007

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Monday 11th of September, 1915Dear Diary,As I arrived at the trenches, today, for the first time in my life, I felt helpless. Seeing the trench, the soldiers, particularly the look on their faces filled with sadness and fear of death, and the worst of all was that now I would be one of them …Time passes so slowly but it's starting to get dark, some of the soldiers are already asleep. I am feeling very tired and it has only been my first day so what about the other soldiers who have been here for over 6 months; what would they say? If I`am feeling corroded after 1 day. Only yesterday morning it was like any other day until I got the message that I was going to war tomorrow, imagine the shock and grieving my wife, children whole family felt when I broke the news to them.

They know that very seldom soldiers come back all in one piece to home. Yesterday I was still at my house sitting comfortably and now where I`am? In the most unhygienic and filthiest place that you could be. Yes, you guessed it right, it was the trench. Simply, just a deep 8 to 16 feet dug out hole. It was horrible inside even at my worst nightmares I didn't imagine that I could see something as horrifying like the things that I've seen today. The smell is revolting. It smells of dead, rotten, soldiers where rats are just waiting for the night to come so they can have their piece of meat. The mud is mixed with blood and bones of dead corpses. Tomorrow is my first turn at the front line, because today the night shift some of other recruits took so I better try to get some...