Diary of the Damned - Soldiers of WWI

Harry Drinkw ingestr was in cosmosness War I, volunteering to a mysterious army, called Pals battalion. Harry was a early days man, 25 years gray and a former grammar-school boy. During his sentence in the deepes, he writes a remarkable diary, about his savage introduction to the trenches at the Somme in Northern France, even though it was strictly against the rules to keep.\nThe soldiers lived in a city called Suzanne, where they had to march to, which was very hard. They were encamped in tents by 12 people in each, amidst the enemy and their own guns, and in the night, they domiciliate hear shells shriek. The conditions in the trenches were horrible, which he also writes in his diary: No lecture can adequately secern the conditions. Its not the Germans were fighting, but the weather. The trenches were filled with mud and water, so the soldier was standing(a) in cutting mucky water to their knees for hours, and the mud was only when getting deeper. To move in front they had to use their elbows for leverage. The firing lines is set forth as; Imagine a room underneath the ground, whose walls be slimy with moisture. The floor is a foot or more(prenominal) deep in rancid-smelling mud. level(p) their foods were cold and became muddy when they ate it, because of their bodies fully covered in mud. The only food they had, was cold bacon, some bread and jam, and many a(prenominal) of the rations fails to come because the communication trenches were water-logged and being continually shelled.\nThey constantly looked at destroyed and depressing surroundings. Its a battle field, and you can get the feeling of how melancholy the surroundings were, when he writes: zip here but trench after trench and, in places, the ground blown into dozens of dirt. The trees sport been hacked to pieces - only dour stumps remain. Nothing grows. Utter desolation.\n oddment days are few, and when they in the end get to have some, they have to march to their billets , where they get a chance to wash...