Group+1+Soldier



Today was a cold day in December; I was on the front line duty for the week. My food supply was low and I had just suffered a shot to my leg. My bed felt rock hard and my leg felt as if it was going numb. I had many nurses wrapping bandages around my leg to stop the bleeding and from it getting infected. The cold breeze felt terrible on my bare skin and as I began to get frostbite. Left and right my fellow soldiers were being shot at. I could not bare to see it go on much longer. I decided that the best thing I could do was just rest and go to sleep. Tomorrow would hopefully be a much better day.

Today I am getting off my week in the reserve trench and heading up to the front line. My food supply has just been replenished and I am in great condition. While on my way I witnessed a large explosion go off and limbs flying every wear. That moment was breathtaking. I could not believe what I had just seen. Without hesitation I marched my way on up to the front line eager for war and battle. As I was running I tripped on a root sticking out of the ground and tore a giant hole in my pant leg. The march up there seemed to be much harder and farther because of all the cold being let in due to the hole. At the time I was not concerned though. I ran much harder with more force and determination. As I reached the front line, multiple shots were being fired all over, so as quickly as possible I ducked for cover. I reached for my jacket pocket for a grenade and felt around for the rock hard object. I had found it and ignited it and yelled to get clear as I launched it. I watched it soar through the air and land. It crashed on an impact and within seconds exploded. I had felt pretty impressed with my efforts but the battle was still going on and I needed to remain focused.

Today is another day on the front line and casualties are occurring increasingly as the days go by. Already 125 men have been killed and wounded today and things are not looking too good for me. My squad has been shot and died immediately leaving me on my own. The cold crisp air is not providing much more reassurance of survival as many illnesses are occurring with me. I am deciding to finish off my rum to numb the pain and illness. Things are tough but I must keep marching through. While walking through the trenches I decided to wander upon no man’s land. Risky, yes, but worth a shot to sneak up on enemy soldiers. My goal was to sneak upon there trenches and surprise them and attack them. I felt confident in my plan and was putting it into action. I loaded my gun, placed a knife in my pocket, and placed two grenades in my jacket pocket. There I went setting of into no man’s land. Being my first time up into this strange unknown area was nerve wrecking but I thought to my self how big of a hero I could be accomplishing this. As I walked on, it seemed as if it was an endless journey. Suddenly I heard I crack in the distance as if a stick had been stepped on. I jumped in surprise turning around aiming my gun. Nothing but dust being blown and a few trees in the distance. I continued on a little nervous but I got over it. Once again I heard a crack and I began continuing on a bit quicker and suddenly I had heard screams and I had been ambushed all around enemy soldiers. I felt dizzy and had passed out. Hours later I woke up in a strange small room tied up. I yelled for help but no one was in sight. I reached around in my pockets and felt my walkie talkie. I picked it up and yelled for help. Luckily my lieutenant responded and I told him what had happened. I had made it out alive and was extremely relieved. I made it back to the trenches to rest and was rewarded for my courageous behavior.

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"The Trenches":Symbol of the stalemate",The Great War. 18 Dec. 2009. <http://www.pbs.org/greatwar/chapters/ch1trench.

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