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Having read “Charge of the light Brigade’, imagine you are one of the survivors and tell your story of survival.

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Introduction

English Jess Eleini Having read "Charge of the light Brigade', imagine you are one of the survivors and tell your story of survival. I can paint no pretty picture of life in the Army, in the loneliness and confusion of a chaotic world, because one finds much hard work and sacrifice and little tranquility. I wish I could forget those endless harrowing hours. Hours of waiting, anticipating and fighting. I still had not grown accustomed to seeing people torn by savages and bleeding and dying in numbers like these. But I can tell you this.... my story of survival, how I managed to over come the death line, how I fought for my live among many others. ...read more.

Middle

Being curious, two men approached them, the rest of the 598 people in the regiment waiting behind including me. We had been told of gas attacks before, but had never witnessed them. As the two men approached the canisters, a number of Russian soldiers appeared and duly shot them down. It was as if they materialized from nowhere, we had been set-up. The enemies were too far away to be within firing distance, all that could be done was wait and watch. A single Russian soldier approached the canisters and released the gas, before retreating. With the wind against us, it wasn't long before the gas would reach us. ...read more.

Conclusion

I could see flashes of machine artillery from both enemy and foe, hear the cry of the wounded, smell the stench of blood, taste the stale air and touch the gates of hell and back again. I was so scared and yet so fearless at the beginning, and my awareness of what seamed the outside world was delirious. I wasn't aware that all had stopped around me. Still mounted on my horse I felt somewhat secure. Secure with the knowledge that it was all over. Although, that's what appeared to me. No more blood, gashes, death, or fellow screams, no more praying, swearing, last thoughts; just silence. Everything seamed dead or in a deep sleep, as if I was the one who put them to sleep. 'But how could it be?' I thought to myself. 'How could I have survived all this?' . ...read more.

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