I have to write a world war one diary like i am a soldier. Can you tell me what you think? Maybe two stars and a wish.
Week one
4.21 am-I didn’t get much sleep last night, the clashing rainfall on my window kept me up. Also, the thought that I am leaving today isn’t much of a help either. The nerves are eating me alive. Out of all my friends who are joining me to fight in the war, I am the worried one; I’m the one scared for my life. But, I have to look on the bright side, the reason I came here was to help everybody back home, they will all be thanking me when I am back, home and safe for Christmas.
5.47am- The training has been really tough in the last few months. I am finding it harder and harder to actually have time to myself, but I’d managed to find time in my busy training schedule to write in my diary. This morning, I did some hand-to-hand combat training with a few of the guys, then we all marched four miles… that is quite a little amount compared to what we usually do. Also, we caught up on: Bayonet training, shoe shinning, small-arms fire exercises, military maneuvers & rifle range.
7.16 am-My cap is too big and my large canvas pack is too heavy on my back. I received all my kit to take to France with me a while ago. I wasn’t sure where my anm amew ammunition pouch went, excuse my spelling, I’m only fifteen, and I haven’t attended all of school yet! So, I received my: Cap (it is way too big!), my Lee Enfield rifle, large canvas pack, steel helmet, Bayonet, boots, digging tool & grenade. Mr. Kitchener said I would still have to wait for my puttees and eating tin, as do some of the other boys.
Week two
9.11pm – We had a long journey, but we made it… finally! Firstly, we caught the train from home; some people on the train gave up their seats for us, they must really respect us for fighting for our country in France. After the long trip by train, we caught the ferries over the channels. When we got off the ferry, we then waited for our next train until we got close to the front, then when we got close enough, we walked a while, at least we got time to stretch our legs!
I can remember everybody at the train station. They were all sad. Everyone was crying and waving goodbye to their loved ones fighting. My sister had her arm linked tightly to my mothers, as my Father tried to comfort them, although he was tearing up himself. As the train made its way down the track as I watched the morning sunrise over my home town for the last time, it was beautiful, but then it was fogged by smoke from the train.
Over the channel a few fisher men where bringing in a morning catch, they shouted their wishes to us and then let us carry out on our journey. Across the channel, I could faintly see the train station where we got off, it’s a shame I couldn’t see my family and friends.
On the way to France, I and a few friends where talking about what we thought trenches would be like. Richard, a friend of mine from my home town, explained how he thought it would be in tents, a few beds, and some radios; it would be great! Some others maybe thought little sheds, or shacks built under the ground. But they were far from the truth. In fact, the trenches are even worse than tents or underground shacks. They are dug into the mud, which is extremely wet and soggy! And there is hardly any room for us. It is actually terrible! If I get any chance, I might draw what one looks like.
Week three
I had a rubbish sleep last night! It was soaking wet and absolutely freezing. It wasn’t only the weather that kept me up; this guy beside me was snoring so loud, I swear the trenches started to shake a little! I just want to go home now; it really isn’t what I expected it to be like! I have to keep smiling though, at least I have a few good friends around me, and they will all keep each other’s spirits up. But also, all the rats around us where starting to annoy me, and not to mention all the lice biting us. Well that’s all for tonight, time for another packed in night.
Week four
Well, that was something I’m going to remember for a long time… maybe even the rest of my life! All that bombardment, then the whistle blew, it was time to go over the top. After that, we just battled until November! I’m surprised I have actually lasted this long… in fact, I’m one of the lucky ones, and a lot of the men aren’t even alive. I saw many of my friends lifeless, lying dead on the floor. As much as I would have loved to try and save them, I was told it was too late and too dangerous to even try.
The night before the battle, we were told a few things we need to know. One was what ‘over the top’ is. It was when a whistle was blown and we then had to rise out of the trenches we were taking cover in and walk out into the open. Some of us just couldn’t move, we we
*were scared; the amount of panic going through my head was unexplainable. It was a ridiculous thought, having to go out, and have a huge chance of getting hit by a German bomb. But I did it, survived; I’m still able to carry on, although all I really wanted was to go home.
Everything was orange and Smokey. German artillery fire blocked everything. I couldn’t see; hardly even breath, at least I couldn’t see our men dying or hear their screams. When the firing dulled down slightly, I saw that everybody was firing, desperately trying to hit our enemies, it’s what everybody would have wanted, everybody dead and alive. Around me lay some of our men, bleeding heavily. I knelt down, trying to help my close friend Nelson, who was extremely wounded. But, helping wasn’t my best idea; I nearly got hit by a Germans bullet. In pain, Nelson cried ‘Carry on, I’m near to my end, keep yourself safe, best of luck’. His good wishes helped me, kept me going. I wish I could have helped, but that’
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