History HW Week 32

Dedicated to my Father, Mother and Sister.

Dedicated to my Father, Mother and Sister.
Several weeks later from my departure, we were sent to France, training was a pain, but it did help me
throughout the battles I encountered. I was assigned as Private in the ranks. We pushed up to Paris, then
reached a town near the border where the fight stood out. We had to crouch and even prone ourselves at
times when we were out in the open, but with our things for the long days ahead of us, it was a pain to
sleep on those wooden beds. So many lice in the ranks, I tried to keep myself clean. One of my mates got
Trench Fever, lucky for him that they got him out of here, but he is not that lucky with a disease like that.
Christmas was honoured thankfully, being sent in the cold with almost two weeks of fighting, we
deserved a break. Though they only gave us a blanket and an ammo box to use for sleeping, but I prefered
the wooden board better. We had many Shell-Shocked troops and some with Trench Foot, I even noticed
that my feet were feeling cold and I was unbalanced, so I took care with my foot placing. Though the
weapons they gave us were absolutely a pain to use, we just shot randomly when the mist descended.
Though when the mist ascended, it was horrific, bodies everywhere, blood and dead people were
everywhere. I asked my commanding officer how long we were to stay in this wretched place, they said
until the next push, we stay here. This proved to be one, long month till we were sent back home, but that
month, I got shellshocked. I was absolutely done with all the shooting, and I somehow convinced my
officer to move back from the front lines, I somehow met up with a mate from school, we talked banter
every time we killed a German, that helped me calm down from my trauma. 1 week after that,
reinforcements came, and they took us home, replacing us with new guys. I'm just happy that I survived.

With Love,
Sebastian