Creative Writing: The Battle Of Vimy Ridge

This past couple months have been a very hard time for me. I can’t say it enough about how much I miss the United States. Living in the trenches have been one of the most hardest time in my life. Seeing all the dead bodies and see and the helpless has made me think about how lucky I am to be alive and writing this letter to you. A lot of my friends that I was talking to this morning have been killed or wounded. I can no longer see them and talk with them. It is a shame for all the people I know who have sadly gotten killed. These people stood up and fought for their country.

Words are tremendously weak to express how strongly I missed you. Although our invincible love can never break us apart, my responsibility toward my country came like a vigorous tornado that alienated our golden chain. I’m writing this message to tell you that today we are preparing for our next combat of Vimy Ridge, after the dreadful slaughter that occurred at the Somme battle.

On April 9, 1917, Canada sent out 100 000 fine men to serve and protect their country. To this day, the battle of Vimy Ridge is still known as the day Canada became a nation. Despite the cataclysm of the battle and the thousands of lost souls, Vimy Ridge is considered to be defining moments in Canadian History. The Germans were in complete control of Vimy Ridge for over two years prior to the Canadian onset. This enabled the Germans to strengthen their position, making them seem unvanquishable. The German forces were appeared to be impregnable. Nor the British armada or the French were able to vanquish the Germans. The French battled for over two years and suffered over one hundred and fifty thousand casualties. Despite the twenty divisions and three massive

The warm summer breeze was a nice change from yesterday's bitterly cold southerly wind. The sun was shining brightly and the lawn was shimmering green. Charlene was out on the veranda, watching her two babies frolicking around on the grass. Owen, dressed in an army green button-up shirt and knee-skimming shorts, was running around wreaking havoc on the ant nests by the oak tree.

World War I, also known as the First World War, the Great War, or the War to End All Wars was a global war originating in Europe that lasted from July 28th 1914 to November 11th 1918. During the war, Canada had played a very important role under the British Empire. Canadian soldiers were sent under the British Empire to capture Vimy Ridge, (a monument) which was held by the Germans. The Battle of Vimy Ridge is Canada's most celebrated military victory — an often mythologized symbol of the birth of Canadian national pride and awareness. The four divisions of the Canadian Corps, fought together for the first time, attacked the ridge from April 9th to 12th 1917, and captured it from the German army. Despite their success, more than 10,500 Canadians were killed and wounded in the assault. Today, an iconic white memorial atop the ridge honours the 11,285 Canadians killed in France throughout the war who have no known graves.

The Battle of Vimy Ridge is Canada's most celebrated military victory, it took place in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais part of France from April 9th 1917 to April 12th 1917. This was a part of World War I and was a smaller part of the Battle of Arras. The battle started at 5:30 A.M. on Easter Monday. The first wave had 20,000-30,000 soldiers each carrying 36 kilograms of equipment, these soldiers were part of the Canadian Corps. 100,000 Canadians fought in the Battle of Vimy Ridge. There were 5 Major battles that happened in the town of Arras the reason was because Arras had a major railroad junction which if the Germans or the Allies got control over the railroad they will use it for their own benefits to help supply their troops.

It’s been quite some time since I wrote to you all last. I am so grateful for the two or three letters that I have received from you. The letters have helped me so much through these tough time and knowing once this war is finally over know I can return to a loving family. I’ve been in Maryland since the last time I wrote a letter to you and have had to deal with few injuries and casualties in two very hard battles in Maryland and fortunately I came out with no diseases. I see a great deal and could tell you a lot more than I can write if I could see you face to face. Our regiment did not have too many men wounded or killed compared to the

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

only for an hour or two but 1 day a green light gas came threw

At some point, their ears had finally given in to the echoing shots and yells and had dulled to the point where they could barely hear anything at all. The students - cut, bruised and bloodied - lay upon the ground. Dead or hiding. Hoping for mercy, for that’s all they had left to hope for.

You have successfully entered enemy territory. You and the other recon soldiers have crossed the distance of open plain, skirted the barbed wire, and are close to the enemy trenches. You all lie on your stomachs in the mud, rifles in hand. So far, the going is good. You don’t seem to have been spotted, and no shouts of alarm split the air.

Swords crashed against shields like a field of doors slamming shut in the wind. Arrows whistled through the air; a murder of tiny crows swarming above us vulnerable soldiers. The grunts of men impaled by hafts and sliced open by steel join the cacophony of a battle raging into dusk. Wet warmness would splash across me in response to the dying cries of my comrades as one after another of those we battle would push our shields apart and break the line. The ground was wet and sloppy, dried earth had been turned to slush by a rain that did not fall from the sky. The ground was rendered difficult to manoeuvre through, encumbered by the lifeless figures of soldiers now without the allegiance that lead them to a face in the dirt.

Bullets whizzed over their heads, spat out from the german machine gun.James sat crouched with his back pressed against the sludgy wall of the trench.The clouds covered the sky like a dark blanket, not a single sunray to be seen.James forcefully ripped a grenade off the coughing corpse next to him, he pitied the poor soul choking on gas, noticing the crimson puddle his head was surrounded by. He cocked the hammer of his revolver, took aim and abolished his misery He threw explosive holding on to the ring. A few moments passed and silence filled the air.

Jimin wakes up to the sound of explosions and fire. A thousand and some men meet their demise each day, and Jimin prays at night he’s not one of them. The war rages around him, and he gets off the make-shift bed to get changed into his gear to help out. He caps the patterned helmet and looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection stares back, sad and weary, a youth gone wrong. He smears camouflage onto his face, high on his cheekbones until there is nothing left of him but an empty vessel of war.