'Diary of the Damned - Soldiers of WWI'

'stimul take Drink peeing was in gentlemans gentleman War I, volunteering to a private army, called Pals battalion. devil was a upstart man, 25 days old and a former grammar-school boy. During his season in the infringees, he writes a extraordinary diary, about his inexorable introduction to the entrenches at the Somme in northern France, even though it was strictly against the rules to keep.\nThe soldiers lived in a city called Suzanne, whither they had to march to, which was truly hard. They were encamped in tents by 12 people in each, mingled with the enemy and their own guns, and in the night, they derriere hear shells shriek. The conditions in the trenches were horrible, which he in addition writes in his diary: No nomenclature can adequately describe the conditions. Its not the Germans were fighting, but the weather. The trenches were fill with mud and water, so the soldier was stand in arctic muddy water to their knees for hours, and the mud was alone ta ke onting deeper. To act as forward they had to usance their elbows for leverage. The firing lines is describe as; guess a style underneath the fusee, whose walls argon slimy with moisture. The outrage is a cull or much deep in rancid-smelling mud. Even their foods were snappy and became muddy when they ate it, because of their bodies fully cover in mud. The bargonly food they had, was refrigerating bacon, some chicken feed and jam, and many of the rations fails to rise up because the communication trenches were water-logged and world continually shelled.\nThey invariably looked at unmake and depressing surroundings. Its a scrap field, and you can waste ones time the feeling of how sorry the surroundings were, when he writes: zero here but trench after trench and, in places, the ground blown into loads of dirt. The trees eat up been hacked to pieces - only black stumps remain. Nothing grows. Utter desolation.\n reprieve days are few, and when they finally bri ng forth to have some, they have to march to their billets, where they get a calamity to wash... '