Diary of world war 1
Diary at War
Written by Steve Fallon
Alexandra Davies
March 12, 1915
Right now I’m sitting in one of the trenches, and I’m watching a rat eat on of the mouldy sandwiches. All around me is a deathly silence, and I can even hear the rat’s breath. I must admit I’m very scared, so scared that I can hardly function anymore. Mom told me before I left just under a year ago that this would happen, but I was determined to do my country proud. Today has been pretty rough. The dead are still being dragged away. The only thing I hate more then shooting people is taking away the dead. That is why I’m hiding in one of the trenches. It won’t make a difference; nobody notices when someone is missing from our squad of men. Our officer told us this morning for about the millionth time that we have to forget about the value of our lives, or what we could offer the world but instead remember that we are just one moving blob of men trying to destroy the opposition. If one of us dies, we are still just a blob of men. My buddy Frank and I have been sticking together recently, one of us shoots for 20 min before we switch places. Some of the battles become so long that after awhile it just seems like the bullets whistling over your head is just some background music playing. At first, when the officer gave me time to sleep I wouldn’t be able to if shooting was going on, but now, it seems weird to go to sleep without the steady stream of bullets flying above me. The rat has moved on now, so I guess so must I? I might go get some dinner now, or maybe I will try to sleep. Sometimes I wish I were a rat, so that I could just run away and not be punished. That people would actually notice me, if it’s not only to shove me out of the way, at least they would notice me as someone, not just one in the blob.
I will write tomorrow,
Steve
March 13, 1915
Today I cannot stop thinking about what the Germans might be doing next. The silence all around me is starting
Written by Steve Fallon
Alexandra Davies
March 12, 1915
Right now I’m sitting in one of the trenches, and I’m watching a rat eat on of the mouldy sandwiches. All around me is a deathly silence, and I can even hear the rat’s breath. I must admit I’m very scared, so scared that I can hardly function anymore. Mom told me before I left just under a year ago that this would happen, but I was determined to do my country proud. Today has been pretty rough. The dead are still being dragged away. The only thing I hate more then shooting people is taking away the dead. That is why I’m hiding in one of the trenches. It won’t make a difference; nobody notices when someone is missing from our squad of men. Our officer told us this morning for about the millionth time that we have to forget about the value of our lives, or what we could offer the world but instead remember that we are just one moving blob of men trying to destroy the opposition. If one of us dies, we are still just a blob of men. My buddy Frank and I have been sticking together recently, one of us shoots for 20 min before we switch places. Some of the battles become so long that after awhile it just seems like the bullets whistling over your head is just some background music playing. At first, when the officer gave me time to sleep I wouldn’t be able to if shooting was going on, but now, it seems weird to go to sleep without the steady stream of bullets flying above me. The rat has moved on now, so I guess so must I? I might go get some dinner now, or maybe I will try to sleep. Sometimes I wish I were a rat, so that I could just run away and not be punished. That people would actually notice me, if it’s not only to shove me out of the way, at least they would notice me as someone, not just one in the blob.
I will write tomorrow,
Steve
March 13, 1915
Today I cannot stop thinking about what the Germans might be doing next. The silence all around me is starting