Preview

Diary Entry For Ww1 Trench

Satisfactory Essays
Open Document
Open Document
454 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Diary Entry For Ww1 Trench
Tweet 1
The battle has just begun, and both Americans and Germans are wounded. I fear this battle will mark the beginning to a very bloody end.
Tweet 2
The battle has gotten more intense than before. Some of the people that I have had the pleasure of making their acquaintance with have been brutally murdered some even mutilated by German forces. Everywhere I look there is a dead body or remnants of it.
Tweet 3
Some of our men have been loosing faith in the final outcome of this war. But I stand true to God in leading me to victory in hopes of seeing my family again.
Tweet 4
I hate to admit it but I think I am coming down with something but it hasn't proved to be life threatening as of now. What I wouldn't do to have a nice home cooked meal from my beautiful mother. I am starting to miss my family a lot.
…show more content…
I have heard that the trenches smell of the rusty musk of dried blood and rotting flesh I am also very nervous for I fear that I may never return to my General to thank him.
Tweet 6
After experiencing the trench and making it out alive my message back home would be:
"Never think of war as something to be proud of, as I gaze into the eyes of men younger than me I realize that they are just as nervous and scared of never making it back home as I was and that at any time you could be the one laying lifeless on the cold hard ground as more blood is shed."
Tweet 9
It is a glorious time now that we have won the first half of this battle, more troopers are coming to our aid and now everyone is feeling the high of victory, for now, that is.

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Good Essays

    wold war one year 12 core

    • 681 Words
    • 3 Pages

    Life in the trenches were constant of boredom, routine, “shell shock”, disease and vermin and the “stench of death”…

    • 681 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Dear diary, my mom just told me that the war between the allies (America, Britain, USSR, and France) and Germany and Italy had ended finally but the war between the allies and Japan hasn't really ended. I wish we all can get along, and not fight. I just hope I can forget all about this when my birthday comes.…

    • 59 Words
    • 1 Page
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    Ww1 Diary Entry Essay

    • 522 Words
    • 3 Pages

    My thoughts went out to my little brother who had been so excited to enlist, but it wasn’t the case anymore. I had heard one of the captains talking about the thousands of men who had already lost their lives to the Turks upon arrival. Although, we are told the war is to end by Christmas. This gave me a sigh of relief, knowing that I would only have to endure this for the following seven months.…

    • 522 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Ww1 Diary Entry Act 1

    • 989 Words
    • 4 Pages

    My Dear Elizabeth. The legion along with I have reached the field near Ypres, Belgium. It has been too long since I have seen you. The moment we stepped on forsaken land, the world blew up in flames and we all had to start our duty to our country.…

    • 989 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Here in the trenches condition are very terrible. Things I had seen is unbearable, these trenches are overflowed with water and things I have to do to live in these conditions. About the overflow as it rains, us standing in these large puddle. Your socks will be completely wet, which is a uncomfortable feeling. In order to survive I had to find a dead man socks to use for my own. We also went several weeks not showering because during these conditions they needed a excessive amount of soldier to fight. Having twenty guys crowded on top of you, these trenches are very narrow only enough to have bit of room for the person next to you. This made diseases to easily spread such as influenza, fever, typhoid, and malaria. One of my buddies I share a spot within the trenche just died, right in front of me.…

    • 343 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    Hello Mother and Father how are you doing? I haven’t been doing too well in the trenches. As you know I have been assisting the French in the trenches for nearly two years. The trenches are horrendous; I never thought I would be more petrified at the horrific conditions than the actual war. Every day we face rats, hundreds of millions of rats, scurrying through the trenches. Since we don’t have a proper waste disposal system, the rats eat the trash that lay on the floor and the soldiers who have died in combat. It’s a gruesome sight, watching a fallen solder’s surrounded by flies and the rats consume the decaying corpses. Trench foot is almost just as bad, a couple of my closest friends have died from it. They told us that we developed trench foot from standing…

    • 675 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Ww1 Diary Entry Essay

    • 683 Words
    • 3 Pages

    Diary Entries: Harold Henry Abbott Enlistment: 10th March 1915 I can not believe I have actually done it. I have officially enlisted myself to fight for Australia in the war two days ago, it still quite has not sunken in what I have done. To be quite honest I was reluctant in my mind to do it at first. Reason being is I am quite comfortable back home with my job of being a Brushmaker.…

    • 683 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    The military life has not treated me well at all, and all of the propaganda about the Germans back home riled me up for a job that I would have never expected. The living conditions here are horrid, and every day I question how I am still living and have enough power left in my body to write this letter. Every day, my friends in my platoon die from either the awful conditions, or they are blown to fractions from enemy shrapnel. Besides the numerous dead bodies, there are large, repulsive rats that feed on the dead bodies of my friends. Since they are so numerous, they’ve gotten bold enough to start stealing our bread.…

    • 399 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Dear Mother, It’s been a long time since I had the opportunity to sit down and write you a letter. I miss you and father a lot. I am overjoyed to be writing this letter to you. The mood here is one of jubilation. Our assault on Vimy Ridge began at 5:30 am on Easter Monday, eight days ago. We lost a lot of good boys but I am so very pleased to inform you that the Canucks got the job done! What the French couldn’t do for two years and the Brits too we, Byng’s Boys did in three days. I was assigned to the front line in the trenches as part of the 7th Canadian Infantry Brigade attached to the 4th Canadian Division. This is actually the first time all four divisions got to work together as a unified Canadian Corps. They practiced us to death. The Captain kept going over and over and over every detail of our attack. It got to a point that we could have attacked those Germans in our sleep and you know how much I love my sleep Mother. The morning arrived. The weather was vile. A sleet storm fell on the plains of Douai making the already treacherous ground a quagmire of mud and puddles. Then we unleashed heaven’s fury on the Germans. I cannot describe adequately the sound of the artillery barrage we put upon the Huns. I can only compare it to what an ant might experience sitting on the muzzle end of a machine gun. The unbearable thunder of the shells and the rattle of the machine guns made it unable to hear my own thoughts let alone the chap next to me in the trench. If you looked up Mother, the sky was a carpet of red hot metal. Consistent firing of bullets and shells created an area above the ground where nothing could survive. As a matter of fact I believe I heard that four of our own airplanes were shot down because they flew too low into the onslaught.…

    • 665 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    It gets very lonely in the trenches, despite many soldiers being with me it feels like I am all alone, because you can never get too close to someone, when there is a good chance one of you will die here in the violent, decaying and dugusting time called war. When I first joined the war when I was sixteen I never expected that I…

    • 810 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    Rotting carcases lay around in their thousands. For example, approximately 200,000 men were killed on the Somme battlefields, many of which lay in shallow graves. Overflowing latrines would similarly give off a most offensive stench. Men who had not been afforded the luxury of a bath in weeks or months would offer the pervading odour of dried sweat. The feet were generally accepted to give off the worst odour. Trenches would also smell of creosol or chloride of lime, used to stave off the constant threat of disease and infection. Add to this the smell of cordite, the lingering odour of poison gas, rotting sandbags, stagnant mud, cigarette smoke and cooking food yet men grew used to it, while it thoroughly overcame first-time visitors to the front. So trench life was horrible people called it hell however people got used it and many people thank the trenches as that is what saved their…

    • 1918 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    Ww1 Diary Entry 1914

    • 934 Words
    • 4 Pages

    1914 a terrible year for me. July 20th 1914 I woke up, got out of my bed and went down to the living room mom and dad where up listening to the radio. Mom looks very sad I didn't want to ask her what was wrong because I was scared I wouldn't like it, so I waited for her to tell me on my own. I went and sat down with them when all the sudden mom said that daddy had to go off for a little while I asked why and she told me that he had to do his duty by serving in the war. My eyes filled with tears I started to cry then I latched onto him and didn't let go.…

    • 934 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Letter To Vimy Ridge

    • 1115 Words
    • 5 Pages

    We are at Vimy Ridge now. I am sitting in my dugout, endlessly gazing at the artillery barrage outside. The sun is starting to set, and the light is pouring the entrance. Today have been a harsh day, and I will take some time to write a letter to you before I slumber. The significance about writing to you today is because it may be my very last letter. Tomorrow, we are going on an all-out assail. It is going to be the day that will not only change my own fate, but also fate of thousands of warriors. I have been through a lot in the past battles, but the war has never been as devastating. Thousands…

    • 1115 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    The Brits responded by shelling the Germans back. This tactic soon turned the already flooded salient into a quagmire of mud and water. In the battle of Ypres an estimated 40,000 British soldiers died in the mud and were never recovered.…

    • 5118 Words
    • 21 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Memoirs from the trenches

    • 878 Words
    • 4 Pages

    It’s cold. My feet are wet and everywhere I turn I see rats. Remember how excited and happy I was to enter into this war? Well, that changed once I stepped foot on these grounds. Remember when I kissed Angela on the forehead right before I left and I said, “I’ll be home soon to kiss you again.” Well, I think that was our last kiss. Remember how I said everything will be alright and I’ll be perfectly fine.” Well, I regret saying that. Remember how I said. “Its only a summer war mom. No need to be so worried. I’ll be back, right before Christmas eve.” Well, that turned into a lie. It’s disgusting. There’s not much to eat around here, so I eat lice and the rats that I can find. I haven’t taken a shower in over two weeks. I wish I was home right now wrapped up in that warm blanket you made me. These trenches they have us in are so small. It seems like everything around me is crammed up. Maybe it’s just me. You know how claustrophobic I get sometimes. It’s horrible here. Every day, every hour, one of the friends I had made here at this war is gone. Their bodies, lifeless and cold on these floors. No one cares to pick them up and move them. So they just lie there. As I walk past them I look at their faces. Roger Linopsy. That’s the last body I saw before I wrote this letter to you. Two kids and a wife back home. Well, he no longer has a home. He’s in heaven where the rest of my 184 friends I’ve made in this war are. Yes im keeping track. Every name, it’s written down on these few papers I have, because if I ever get out of this brutal war I want to tell their families myself that they passed on to a better life than what they were living. No family member deserves to hear that their loved one has passed away from someone that barely knew them. As I look around I see smoke coming from everywhere. I hear gun fires coming from everywhere. Yelling, screaming, and cries for help…

    • 878 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays