Fighting for survival.

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Fighting for survival

Chapter one

For a split second the bombing had stopped, and my ears had stopped pounding from the cross fire.  Everything quietened except for the cries, aches and pains from wounded soldiers left to cope.  I could feel my exasperating feet sinking back into the mud.  Stood behind a tree for cover I took my rest before charging towards enemy lines and as I stood there all I could think about was how I got myself into this mess.

“In August 1915, I enlisted as a volunteer, encouraged by my wife “go and fight for your country” she used to say.  In January 1916 I received my call up papers, but I managed to put it off for, until 8th June 1916 when I was sent for basic training to Ashton-under-Lyne, just outside Manchester.

After short training, In 1917 I was sent to France, landing at Le Havre, where we were drafted into groups of 250, and my group was scheduled to fight in France unfortunately where most of the heavy fighting was taking place.

This pace where shear hell, in the mornings I was always woken by the sound of the birds singing through the thin fog.  After a day of my new life I was part of a group Smith was the head of us, always bad tempered and angry. Then there was me, perhaps the calmest of all. Then there was Mitchell boys, who where always in a nervous tension.  

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Well here I am at behind a tree getting ready to charge towards the enemy.  My palms began to sweat from gripping my rifle for so long. My eyes shifted all about as if they were radar detecting the enemy.  The Mitchell Boy’s were looking scared and hoped the others didn't know it.

BANG! the shot in the distance rang out.

"Get down!" Smith bellowed. The Mitchell’s ducked and covered into the moist soil. My hand began to shake; Smith raised from his eyes his helmet that had obscured his vision to see absolutely nobody.

BANG! BANGBANG! BANG! ...

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