Descriptive Writing
Descriptive Writing: To Write A Short Descriptive Piece About War Experiences Of A WWI Soldier.
It was June 1916 and the waves crashed violently towards the boat. The spray from the sea hit the soldier’s faces and the icy wind blew down hard. The soldiers were waiting anxiously nervously as they slowly approached the beach. Peter’s hands were shaking vigorously as he decided to take a sip of water from the canister, wrapped around his neck. Just two men in front of Peter the atmosphere was extremely tense as one of the soldiers vomited on the boat, this in turn created the soldier next to him to vomit as he smelt the rancid bile. “Clear the raft, 30 seconds” as this signaled they were fast approaching the enemy, the next thing the soldiers herd a bullet or a bomb whizz passed into the water, they tried to duck for safety. At every little noise the soldiers were startled. Some of the soldiers were praying that they would live and get to see their homes and families again.
A whistle blew to let the side down of the boat in order for the men to progress to the beach. The bullets of the opposition tore through the soldiers like mince-meat. They fell to the ground without issuing a warning, as soldiers grabbed the dead or even wounded to take cover but the bullets penetrated the bodies as the soldiers fell to the cold, wet ground. The surviving soldiers took a leap of faith and crashed out of the side of the boat completely submerging their belongings and bodies in murky cold water. But as they did this the Germans fired even more randomly into the water, there were pools of red starting to form in the sea. The men had a red liquid seeping out the holes in their flesh. Peter struggled to come up for air as he had his heavy duty equipment strapped to his uniform. Peter hobbled on the rocks and as he was bobbing in the water he heard the loud sounds of bullets and painful screams. It seemed as if all hell had broken loose, as the men were trudged through the murky
It was June 1916 and the waves crashed violently towards the boat. The spray from the sea hit the soldier’s faces and the icy wind blew down hard. The soldiers were waiting anxiously nervously as they slowly approached the beach. Peter’s hands were shaking vigorously as he decided to take a sip of water from the canister, wrapped around his neck. Just two men in front of Peter the atmosphere was extremely tense as one of the soldiers vomited on the boat, this in turn created the soldier next to him to vomit as he smelt the rancid bile. “Clear the raft, 30 seconds” as this signaled they were fast approaching the enemy, the next thing the soldiers herd a bullet or a bomb whizz passed into the water, they tried to duck for safety. At every little noise the soldiers were startled. Some of the soldiers were praying that they would live and get to see their homes and families again.
A whistle blew to let the side down of the boat in order for the men to progress to the beach. The bullets of the opposition tore through the soldiers like mince-meat. They fell to the ground without issuing a warning, as soldiers grabbed the dead or even wounded to take cover but the bullets penetrated the bodies as the soldiers fell to the cold, wet ground. The surviving soldiers took a leap of faith and crashed out of the side of the boat completely submerging their belongings and bodies in murky cold water. But as they did this the Germans fired even more randomly into the water, there were pools of red starting to form in the sea. The men had a red liquid seeping out the holes in their flesh. Peter struggled to come up for air as he had his heavy duty equipment strapped to his uniform. Peter hobbled on the rocks and as he was bobbing in the water he heard the loud sounds of bullets and painful screams. It seemed as if all hell had broken loose, as the men were trudged through the murky