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The Mission It was June 1916 and the waves crashed violently towards the boat. The spray from the sea hit the soldiers faces and the icy wind blew down hard.

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The Mission It was June 1916 and the waves crashed violently towards the boat. The spray from the sea hit the soldier's faces and the icy wind blew down hard. The soldiers were waiting anxiously nervously as they slowly approached the beach. Peter's hands were shaking vigorously as he decided to take a sip of water from the canister, wrapped around his neck. Just two men in front of Peter the atmosphere was extremely tense as one of the soldiers vomited on the boat, this in turn created the soldier next to him to vomit as he smelt the rancid bile. "Clear the raft, 30 seconds" as this signaled they were fast approaching the enemy, the next thing the soldiers herd a bullet or a bomb whizz passed into the water, they tried to duck for safety. At every little noise the soldiers were startled. Some of the soldiers were praying that they would live and get to see their homes and families again. A whistle blew to let the side down of the boat in order for the men to progress to the beach. ...read more.


There were around 200 men that were on the landing dock but now there were only 50 that made it onto the beach. The Germans in the towers shot at the men trying to pinpoint their bodies through the fog. Even more bullets fired, to the left side of the beach a grenade was launched and flung the soldiers into the air and shrapnel in their direction, which meant sudden death. Mud was lifted into the air about 50ft as Peter took cover from the shrapnel. Bombs were fired; one hit a soldier directly impacted on him and blew both his arms and legs off. It was a horrific sight as there were men with missing limbs screaming in agony for help or in some cases because the pain was excruciating they would want to be shot. As Peter advanced up the boggy pools of sand he fell to his knees from all the gunfire and fear of being shot. Peters face was as harsh as an old stone as the icy water dripped off his face. He looked at the other men just in front, as one soldier was crying curled up in a ball hoping he wouldn't be next in line for the Germans. ...read more.


The medic ran round frantically healing both German and British troops. It seemed the more the soldiers progressed towards the Germans the more men seemed to be dying and injured. It made it feel impossible to survive there, it was like the world had stopped and wouldn't start again until the war had ended. Peter shrunk onto the cold icy floor and thought about his family. His emotions were running high as it felt like weeks since he had last seen anyone or for that matter had a warm meal. The conditions where the soldiers sleep in the trenches are horrendous. There were wooden planks of where the men slept at least 2ft away from the water and urine just underneath. There was no warm blanket they had to sleep in soggy damp clothes, with their boots on for the fear of not catching trench foot. Peter slept next to Andrew who had suffered with fleas in his clothes so he had to take his boots off and now his feet are slowly deteriorating and eventually he will have no leg. There is no alcohol to numb the pain the only cure would be to put a bullet through your head. ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

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