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War. ne Hour; One Place 6:35am on 1st July 1916. I've hardly slept. I do not think anyone has slept really. Maybe a few people who have no imagination or am I the only one to feel this fear?

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Introduction

Colin Francis 10.1- GCSE English One Hour; One Place 6:35am on 1st July 1916. I've hardly slept. I do not think anyone has slept really. Maybe a few people who have no imagination or am I the only one to feel this fear? We are sitting here, waiting and waiting and waiting. It is a beautiful day, impossible to be lovelier with the sun already shining like a huge golden buttercup in a cornflower petalled field. The air is warm already and, somewhere, nearby I can hear s bee buzzing. In the silence that is so sweet after the artillery bombardment of the last seven days. I'm not alone because, all around me are my fellow cadets. However, I feel isolated, cold; I'm shivering. Strange because it is not a cold day. I clutch my rifle close to my chest and reach into the pocket of my uniform. ...read more.

Middle

Wonder if I should ask him how he feels, but that would be stupid; he must be experiencing what I am experiencing. Nearly 7:00am. I glance around: some men are eating, others playing cards. Most are just sitting in silence staring in front of them. There is a huge rat, gnawing at a decaying body further up the trench and I feel the bile rising in my throat as I look at it and imagine that body is mine. There is no way of burying all the dead, the British and the Germans, so they simply rot where they fall and the sun and the rain and the rats and the maggots take away all strip them of human dignity consigning them to a bone- scattered end on a foreign field forever. When we go over the top, what will it be like? ...read more.

Conclusion

Now! Up and over the top and running towards the German lines. All the equipment is so heavy. I can't go any faster and the wire is there! Like a great, black wall of death in front of us and the German machine guns are firing at us. Men are falling everywhere around me, screaming and writhing in anguish as they're caught on the wire like flies stuck on the web of a malevolent spider. I see Charlie in front of me and he falls face downwards on the earth and is still. Tears are running down my face and, suddenly, I begin to feel heavy and there is a deafening silence. The ground is coming up to me, finding it hard to breathe. The grip on my rifle is beginning to loosen and my sight starts to blur. There seems to be a swirling mist coming over the battlefield on this beautiful day. There is a blood everywhere: blood of soldiers; blood of bitterness; blood of remorse; blood of blood of ..... ...read more.

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