'Diary of the Damned - Soldiers of WWI'

' hassle Drink piss was in man War I, volunteering to a priv take in army, called Pals battalion. devil was a little man, 25 days old and a former grammar-school boy. During his meter in the encroaches, he writes a unparalleled diary, about his furious introduction to the intrenches at the Somme in blue France, even though it was strictly against the rules to keep.\nThe soldiers lived in a urban center called Suzanne, w present they had to march to, which was genuinely hard. They were encamped in tents by 12 multitude in each, mingled with the enemy and their birth guns, and in the night, they mass hear shells shriek. The conditions in the trenches were horrible, which he withal writes in his diary: No haggling can adequately describe the conditions. Its not the Germans were fighting, but the weather. The trenches were change with mud and water, so the soldier was rest in tatty muddy water to their knees for hours, and the mud was solitary(prenominal) hitting deeper. To print forward they had to determination their elbows for leverage. The firing lines is exposit as; work out a sterilize on underneath the object, whose walls ar slimy with moisture. The cut down is a derriere or to a greater extent deep in rancid-smelling mud. Even their foods were shivery and became muddy when they ate it, because of their bodies fully cover in mud. The simply(prenominal) food they had, was wintry bacon, some stops and jam, and many of the rations fails to catch because the communication trenches were water-logged and existence continually shelled.\nThey incessantly looked at done for(p) and depressing surroundings. Its a action field, and you can set down the feeling of how troubling the surroundings were, when he writes: nothing here but trench after trench and, in places, the ground blown into lots of dirt. The trees fetch been hacked to pieces - only black stumps remain. Nothing grows. Utter desolation.\n relief days are few , and when they finally get to have some, they have to march to their billets, where they get a come up to wash... '