The sound of gun fire rattled through the trenches I picked up my rifle and ready for the Germans coming for are trench I’d been in theses trenches for tow months and they always came to try kill us wether it was dropping gas bombs on us or firing sells at us or shooting at us they kill a few here and a few there but it was always a constant mascara we all have killed its kill or be killed in the trenches of World War One. sometimes it seems we’re wining we gain some ground then we lose it.
Signed John