Saturday, February 8, 2014

Trench Warfare

To My Dearest Mother, I know its been geezerhood that I have arrived here and I havent nevertheless wrote you or any matchless a all(prenominal)owter. I sightly want to let you know that I have arrived here safely. Could I scarce say thank you for the parcel you sent me with the new shirts and a bar of soap. They will come to good use. It took me 9 days to get here. When I was on my way I was so excited and oerjoyed! I couldnt wait to debate what I had seen in the photographs. But when I had arrived I was so foiled with what I saw! It was nothing like the pictures! It was all contaminating and wet with dead corpses in the trenches and all over the battlefield. I looked at their dark and deathly faces, I snarl pity. I myself had gotten myself into this. I was the one that had been brainwashed by the image that this would be fun. Words like that dont inhabit here. The main word is death. There is no round sustain now. I have to face my darkest nightmare. exclude this isnt a nightmare, this is reality. If only it was a nightmare, it would be so such(prenominal) easier. Yesterday, I saved a mans life. Atleast I hope I did. We were getting ready for the attack from the Germans when I saw my officer only a copulate of metres by from our trench. I slowly went prohibited and tried to haul his torso inside the trench. A new friend of exploit called Robert came out to help me. He was a good person. And yes I ungenerous was. Unfortunately he had died. The Germans had spotted movement and started shooting. He had got putz through the head, but luckily I set(p) flat onto the make and slowly made my way back to the trench. Thankfully, the officer was subsisting and a couple of hours later the medicals came and took him away. I felt proud. Atleast that was one person I had saved from the indignation of the Germans. Although what a attaint for poor Robert, hopefully he has at peace(p) to Heaven. Due to this, my flatulency had got dirty by the wet mud. And my penalty was filling up san! dbags during night. Oh how I dreaded night. Sleeping on or following to dead bodies with...If you want to get a full essay, ball club it on our website: BestEssayCheap.com

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