Personal Narrative-The Amiens Offensive
I was shocked awake by an artillery shell firing. I looked at the clock near the captain’s quarters. It was 3:00 in the morning. The ground was cold, I turned my head and saw a rat with it’s beady little eyes and dirty body.
Softly, I hit it with the blunt side of my shovel. It reminded me that I was in the trenches and I looked at my uniform to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to hell, because no one sleeps in a trench. Thankfully or perhaps unfortunately, I was still alive.
Another artillery shell fired, a scream emanated from across from across no-man's land. It sounded German I guess the shell found it’s mark, but mustn't have been immediately virulent.
That was when it hit me, today was the day of The Amiens Offensive. I’d be leading
Softly, I hit it with the blunt side of my shovel. It reminded me that I was in the trenches and I looked at my uniform to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to hell, because no one sleeps in a trench. Thankfully or perhaps unfortunately, I was still alive.
Another artillery shell fired, a scream emanated from across from across no-man's land. It sounded German I guess the shell found it’s mark, but mustn't have been immediately virulent.
That was when it hit me, today was the day of The Amiens Offensive. I’d be leading