The Western Front: A Short Story
Draft
The war started before I was born I was lucky to be born into a rich family so life wasn’t hard to I turned 18 because my dad made me join the war to honour the family name, I didn’t want to leave everything behind but I had to go. The next day I said goodbye to everyone and went to the port, but it was really odd because we had no training and I sign up yesterday so I ask the general “why are we leaving with no training and I sign up yesterday” “he said you will find out when you get to France” so I sat with all the other men for 2 days, then we go off the boat and walked 3 days to the front line. when we got there, there were dead people everywhere it smelled like poo blood and rotten flesh. They gave us guns and said not run out there,
don’t stick your head out because you might be shot and good luck. We sat there all day in the cold muddy trenches, then night fell every couldn’t sleep because there we gun fire and booms get thrown at us. The next 4 days was us just shooting through a little hole and trying not to get shot half the boys just ran out their think bullets not hurt and the strong man that can take a hit but their just fell on the ground being out here is the worst thing in the world, the next day the general came to me and said “you’re becoming a general the other one died last night you are becoming a general” I said “why me” then he said “because rich people are better at being general” I said “but I have no training I won’t know what to do” then he said “you will learn”
The war started before I was born I was lucky to be born into a rich family so life wasn’t hard to I turned 18 because my dad made me join the war to honour the family name, I didn’t want to leave everything behind but I had to go. The next day I said goodbye to everyone and went to the port, but it was really odd because we had no training and I sign up yesterday so I ask the general “why are we leaving with no training and I sign up yesterday” “he said you will find out when you get to France” so I sat with all the other men for 2 days, then we go off the boat and walked 3 days to the front line. when we got there, there were dead people everywhere it smelled like poo blood and rotten flesh. They gave us guns and said not run out there,
don’t stick your head out because you might be shot and good luck. We sat there all day in the cold muddy trenches, then night fell every couldn’t sleep because there we gun fire and booms get thrown at us. The next 4 days was us just shooting through a little hole and trying not to get shot half the boys just ran out their think bullets not hurt and the strong man that can take a hit but their just fell on the ground being out here is the worst thing in the world, the next day the general came to me and said “you’re becoming a general the other one died last night you are becoming a general” I said “why me” then he said “because rich people are better at being general” I said “but I have no training I won’t know what to do” then he said “you will learn”