Diary of a Wwi Soldier
Write a one or two paragraph diary entry explaining how the soldiers viewed their experience with their enemies. Mention in your diary the propaganda these men may have been subjected to and explain if and how their attitudes had changed.
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Dear Diary,
It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts - yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve. In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn’t been through it myself, I would scarcely believe it. Just imagine: While you and the family sang christmas song together on the christmas eve in London, I did the same thing here with enemy soldiers on the battlefields of France! Doesn’t it sound absurd or somewhat unbelievable?
As I wrote before, there was some serious fighting of the late. The first battles of the war killed so many soldiers on both sides that held both sides back until new replacements could come from home. The terrible thing about waiting for the new replacements is knowing that any moment, a bomb might land and explode beside us in the trench, killing several men.
Though all this, we couldn’t help feeling curious about the German soldiers across the way. After all, they faced the same dangers we did. What’s more, their trenches are only about 50 yards from ours. Between us lay the No Man’s Land, where they were close enough that we can sometimes hear their voices.
Of course, we hated them when they killed our men, but all these fights came to a truce on the day of christmas when all of a sudden, the German troops began to put small Christmas trees, lit with candles, outside of their trenches. Then they began to sing songs. Across the way, in the “no man’s land” between them, came songs from the German troops. Then signboards arose up and down the trenches in a variety of shapes. They
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Dear Diary,
It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts - yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve. In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn’t been through it myself, I would scarcely believe it. Just imagine: While you and the family sang christmas song together on the christmas eve in London, I did the same thing here with enemy soldiers on the battlefields of France! Doesn’t it sound absurd or somewhat unbelievable?
As I wrote before, there was some serious fighting of the late. The first battles of the war killed so many soldiers on both sides that held both sides back until new replacements could come from home. The terrible thing about waiting for the new replacements is knowing that any moment, a bomb might land and explode beside us in the trench, killing several men.
Though all this, we couldn’t help feeling curious about the German soldiers across the way. After all, they faced the same dangers we did. What’s more, their trenches are only about 50 yards from ours. Between us lay the No Man’s Land, where they were close enough that we can sometimes hear their voices.
Of course, we hated them when they killed our men, but all these fights came to a truce on the day of christmas when all of a sudden, the German troops began to put small Christmas trees, lit with candles, outside of their trenches. Then they began to sing songs. Across the way, in the “no man’s land” between them, came songs from the German troops. Then signboards arose up and down the trenches in a variety of shapes. They