The first world war - original writing

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Amanda Ferguson 9MN                                                22ndJuly 01

                                      WW1 original writing

8th April 1918

                    The crimson sky seemed an ominous reflection of another day of gory massacre and misery. My body, mind and sole were sucked from within me, draining into a frantic nightmarish spiral of death. We count for nothing we are expendable, we are no more than ‘canon fodder’. No one cares that we die such humiliating and undignified deaths, no one cares about the torment and suffering!

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    This war is corrupt and vile. It isn’t a war in which you die in honour for king and country it is a gruesome torture that you die embarked with fear and deceit.

    It takes one distraught man to disobey his superior officer and ‘BANG’ a gun shot echo’s adrenaline throughout the trench followed by a heavy silence. The ruthless commander’s strut, bellies swollen with the finest French food and wine, boots polished brasses shining. Knowing only to well that their cosy bed is near.

As for us we sit here shivering in the bitter ...

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