Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

“My Last Days” We reached the trench. I was a soldier fighting in the trenches of World War 1 in France. My squad and I hopped into the trench and muddy water splashed into our faces. “Do you think fighting in the trenches is as bad as it sounds?,” I asked Bobby, my best friend. “I think so. Some old dude back home told me he shot his foot off to get out of the trenches,”said Bobby. Wow, I thought, he must be dumber than a bag of rocks. Since no one was shooting at us, I started to dig out a spot I could lie down. I pulled out some dirt and found a cold dead face staring at me. I almost screamed. I looked down the trench and saw tons of dead bodies that were in the open or half buried. I got into a conversation with Joe, our commander,