How To Write A Day In Ww1 Trenches

For half a second, Daniel thought he was dead. Once he saw the blood on his hands and the pain in his legs, he knew he had been bombed. He looked around for any soldiers from his squad. But all he saw were bloody and badly burned corpses. He strained his neck to see how far the distance was to his trench, and he saw it was a good 200 meters to get to his trench before he blacked out.

Description of Life in the Trenches You might be thinking that life in trenches was non-stop death, violence, and pain. But have you ever thought about why? Or what do soldiers do in their trenches when they're not fighting or dying? Do you always trust sources when you read them? Do you always believe what they say on television documentaries?

During World War I, trench warfare was very common. It was a newer technique in battles as in wars prior to the Great World War, fighting was less invasive and men merely marched at each other from opposite ends of fields and fought until only one side remained standing or a white flag was hung high in surrender. In fact in older wars, the fighting was far less dangerous to the point where battles were often times viewed by locals who watched from side lines with really no threat of getting hurt. In World War I however, the fighting had upscaled to the most sadistic type the world had ever experienced. With the industrialist wave that had overcome us in the late 1800s into

As you know I am writing to you from the trenches of the western front in France. The United States of America joined this heinous war in the spring of nineteen hundred seventeen. We joined the fight because of the sinking of the Lusitania and when the German Kiaser sent the note to Mexico to convince them to put themselves against us to assure we will not go to war in Europe. That did not go through because the economic condition of Mexico is not that good enough to fight in a war with the United States.

Trench warfare was implemented to provide cover for soldiers during battle in WW1 seeing that most battlefields were open field & farms, so soldiers had little or no cover from rifle fire. After suffering thousands of casualties, soldiers began to dig into the ground creating cover. Over the months the trenches grew & evolved to hold barracks & equipment. Within a few months trenches were equipped with all essentials to ensure there was no need to leave them unnecessarily. Trenches were first dug by hand but soon soldiers would be equipped with shovels to increase productivity. Trenches were also mainly built at night to avoid detection by enemy troops.

Walking From Boston to New York I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous about going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and our three children Lilia, Bethany, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. Therefore, When going to battle being intrepid we

Generally speaking, the thought of the war can be unrealistic, however, the reality of it still remains present. As I am reading the story, I thought about different friends, family and peers who have fought in the war or are becoming active fighters soon. The process is hard to watch, just with them training for upcoming battles, they come out as lost souls. Everything they once knew are different and it becomes challenging on how do you deal it. I was reminded of a saying a close friend of mines always says, “Latrice until you’ve joined the military you’ll never understand our daily fight and struggles just to stay sane.” I did not

Walking to New York From Boston was when I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous of going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and are three children Lilia, beathanny, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. When going to battle being intrepid we were

Yesterday I was at work from sunrise till it was pitch black dark. Today I am completely wrecked and can’t be bothered doing anything but tomorrow and for however long the war goes for I will be at it again and again day after day. The days that follow after the battle are a thousand times worse than the days of the battle and it’s not the physical pain that hurts the most it is the mental pain that leaves the mark. The dead people look sickening but they don’t suffer any pain, But the poor wounded soldiers that still have their life are suffering both physical and mental pain and are living through what some people would call hell. I pray to God that this ferial event will stop. Our Regiment started this morning for Harpers Ferry. I am told with a few others and the nurses to remain here until the wounded have been removed then to join up with the Regiment again. I am expecting there will be another massive fight at Harpers Ferry again soon. My Dear Wife I dream of the day I pass the Hibbards house and see you and Amy waiting outside our house welcoming me with open arms, I also dream of the day I am lying next to you in front of our open fire with our beautiful daughter. You

It is February 7, 1917 I have now been in the war for a year. When I was first drafted I was told to go the western front. When I got there me and the other troops had to dig a trench. It took all afternoon, my body was so sore afterwards. The trench that we dug ended up being 11 feet long, 4 feet wide and 8 feet tall. Soon after we had our first battle with the Germans.

I choose to read this letter because it appealed to me because of the short sentences, it shows the toll the war has taken on the soldier, “We captured a good many prisoners while in Mo. and killed a good many.” However, this soldier’s does seem to be hopeful of leaving this war alive, and reuniting with his family, but is somewhat doubtful, “I would give anything in the world to see you and the children. I have no idea when I will have that pleasure,” Many soldiers, as they marched off to face the enemy, had left behind a wife or sweetheart, and to them they would compose sweet, poignant, and occasionally funny letters that give life and personality to the participants in this great national conflict This soldier seems to know that his fate in the war is that he might will die at some point, but the pictures of his wife and kids give him the bit of hope.

June 8 of this summer in Normandy France, I had the privilege to pay my respects at the American Cemetery and memorial. It being two days since the memorial,the red poppies were still fresh adorned on the graves of men that marched on the beaches nearby 72 years ago. It was during this once in a lifetime opportunity that though I always believed myself to have a strong love for my country, for the first time I came to understand not only what it means to be American but my responsibility to America.

This problem is much more deep-seated than it appears on the surface. If you wish to continue, then you must be prepared to wage war.” The mysterious man went on his way silently, and a confused Edward carried on walking home. When he got there, he was met with a horrendous sight. All his livestock had been murdered, and his fields and house had been burned to the ground, the orange light from the setting sun merging with the black of the smoke and ashes. Embers still glowed here and there, winking and taunting at him. There was a letter nailed to a post outside, that read:

It’s been three days since my regiment was sent to fight in the trenches on the Western Front of this “Two Front War” or more befittingly, “The War to End All Wars”.

We knew more people would be coming. We started heading back home to tell the others what was going on. We had to hurry and go back to the woods where we know they couldn’t find us. When we got back home, they all knew something bad had happened. Jesse said,” he heard a big explosion!” We all agreed going back to the mountains; staying there until we came up with a plan leaving our home was the hardest thing that could happen to us. We had gotten to the camp setting up for the night there were airplanes, sirens all night long .In the morning no one ate anything, we all were figuring out a plan to get ours country back. We heard a plane, it was one of ours we all thought it was a sign of hope, but then it got shot down by one of the Russians. We were teens we didn’t know what we were doing, then Trevor told us about his time working at the gas department where they deliver gas in big trucks he said, “they have big semi-trucks full of gas.’ it gave us an idea the only way the Russians got into our town was crossing the bridge, that connects us to the other side without that bridge there wouldn’t be any way of getting in, or out it was a great plan, but we need more ammunition we decide going into town to get the ammunition it was hard we couldn’t be seen. Trevor found out that the Russians would go around town searching the building making sure no one was in there hiding. We went around getting supplies for us including, the guns.