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'It was the war to end all wars'.

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September 1914 It was a beautiful summer day. There was nothing special but it felt different. Maybe it was because I had just heard the news; the news of the Great War. I was 18 years old. I didn't really understand anything about the war. You can't blame me; I lived a normal life with limited information about the world. I worked in the town's biggest factory. I didn't make much but it was enough to sort out my life and sometimes I had some money left to give to my family. My parents worked at home; they were in the clothing business. My younger sister spent her time at school or at home helping mother. It wasn't the perfect life but I was happy with the way things were going. At least I was till that beautiful summer day. I was going home from the factory when something caught my eye. There were hundreds of men in a queue; they were from 14 to 45 years old. I went closer to read the signs. That was when I realised; these men were here to sign up for the war. This proved to me the seriousness of this battle. I stepped back to look at them. Some looked happy and enthusiastic, as if they're going on a fun trip, leaving their boring lives and jobs behind. Some of them looked scared and pressured, as if they were forced to come. For some reason I felt something inside me, didn't know what it was at the time but I had a feeling things were about to change. That evening on the way home I saw posters and signs all around the place (there was a picture of a man pointing forward and under it said 'your country needs you'), it was like they were all pointing at me. I tried to ignore them till I got home. ...read more.


But nothing would stop this and the slaughter kept increasing when the new weapons came to war; first there was the machine guns and the shells but that wasn't enough for the war, so the British and he Germans brought new stronger weapons like gases. There were two kinds, chlorine and mustard gas. These were chemical poisonous gases and led to the most painful death if it was breathed in or absorbed through the skin. Then came the tanks, this monstrous weapon was the perfect thing for more destruction, the tank could easily get to the enemy trenches without getting stuck in the barbed wires or something else. It could shoot bullets and shells; it was hard and strong for protection. But even the mighty tank broke down a lot, they said it was because the tanks weren't complete yet and they still had to work on it. October 1916 No matter how many soldiers there are in war, you are always alone. You are away from home and you can't do anything about it. We had to fight all day and night, we had to suffer from many things and still try to stay alive, and there was no one to talk to. People at home didn't know what's happening down here. I wrote letters for my family any chance I could get. Our letters didn't make it past the trenches but there times when the letters were sent home. I used to complain in my letters about how bad the war is, how close I am to give up and other things about the environment and the conditions, but whenever I received a letter from home it was like they didn't know what I've wrote for them at all, it sounded like they thought I wasn't having a bad time. There was this crazy guy in the trenches he used to say to me that some people censored our letters before they were taken back to Britain. ...read more.


I had my gun slightly raised on my side; I tuned around as quickly as possible and shot him right in the neck and he was out cold. The next thing I remember was the support trench. I was patched up and the bleeding had just stopped. I looked around; there was a guy over there. ' What happened? Did we get the trenches?' I asked. ' Yes. They've all pulled back.' He answered. That was best thing I have heard in weeks. We were pulled back after a few days. I didn't know what was going on. On the way back I was told about it. At first I couldn't believe it, took me sometime to even make sense out of the idea. The War Was Over. I didn't know how it happened but I figure it out; the German troops in the western front were on the run, the allies no longer wanted to fight and back in Germany there were riots in the streets when people had reached the breaking point. The Germans had no choice but to accept defeat and hope for lenient terms from the allies. So that was it; at 11 am on 11th November 1918, the First World War came to end when the Germans surrounded. Soldiers were getting killed till the last minute. I couldn't believe it; all of the suffering was over, we were free and back to our lives but none of us were the same again. It's true, the war wasn't forgotten but it wasn't remembered in the right way. The are the war memorials, the ceremonies each year and pictures, but no one will ever know how it felt; sleeping and waking up with the sound of the shells, the cold and mud, the loneliness, having to fear for your life every second and trying to remember that if you don't fight your country will fall. The war changed us from boys into men; it made us brave, fast, deadly, cold, motionless. We were dead but we were victorious. ...read more.

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