The Diary Entry of a WW1 Soilder

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This is supposed to be written from a mad man's point of view.


The Diary Entry of a WW1 Soilder.

December, 1914.

 

I am sorry if these words are scrawled. My hands are shaking with the adrenline. These dark, trench walls seem to be closing in on me, suffocating me. All I can smell is thick, dank smoke. Splatters of crimson blood drip here and there. I cannot bear to look. The sky is a dull grey, rain soaking my hair and clothes. 
I am frozen to the bone. I am worried because I have lost feelings in both my legs, and it pains me to walk. My hands are as purple as the magled bodies lying about. I see rats the size of dogs attacking dismembered limbs, and the sight is almost to much to bear. Tatters of army uniform, like my own, are flown about everywhere as I peep above the trench. Thick, gasey aromas make my stomach churn as I do so. Some gets trapped in my windpipe and I splutter. Each time I do, I am terrified that I will see dark red blood. 
All I can hear are exploding bombs, muffled by the trench and the screams of agony. They carry on throughout the night, and I go made from the constant cries of death. You can feel death here. It's mixed with the smells, seeped into the walls, dripped into the mud. Every hour, someone I know, well, knew, and respected died. The greif is now numbness. I cannot feel it anymore. I think about my family, day and night. My mind whizzes from: 'Will I die tomorrow' to 'how is my sister doing with her studies'. Telling the difference between sunlight and moonlight has become almost impossible now. the remaining friends I have now cling to life like a limpet in a stormy sea. 
We discuss many things, from family to the guns on our shoulders.



Submitted: November 01, 2011

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dibbledabble

I dont see a mad mans writing, more a man living in madness. You depict the horror of it amost casually as someone would if they where forced to endure such a place.

I hope your work is not overlooked

Tue, November 1st, 2011 10:44pm

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Yes, this was an English project, and we had to portray what the solider might of experienced in the war. Thanks so much for your comment, it really means a lot to me!
-VesperSerenity x

Wed, November 2nd, 2011 12:51am

JoeTheBibliophile

This is great, and it paints a great picture of the no-man's land and the trenches, but I have got to say, no one can capture the true horror of war through words or other mediums.

Mon, November 7th, 2011 3:59pm

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I know that, obviously, but I guess we can try, right? :) Thanks anyway for commenting! :) x

Mon, November 7th, 2011 8:34am

wiz jaden

wow this was awesome we giving a task in english to write a diary entry and this was a nice example

Thu, October 13th, 2016 7:29pm

Dan Holman

Hey,
Great job! A great vision of the horrors of war and what those guys went through. It's writing like this that gives you a greater appreciation for the risks soldiers take and the sacrifices they make.
Looking forward to reading more.

Mon, July 13th, 2020 12:21pm

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