Descriptive Essay: All Quiet On The Western Front

it's been nearly three months now, three months of constant warfare. The crack of gunfire ringing in my ears. It is hard to imagine a time before the Sounds of men dying haunted my very existence. Prior to enlistment I had heard the stories of men triumphant in battle, proud and strong, fighting for their queen and country. No one mentioned the harsh reality of watching grown men come apart at the seams. No one mentioned sleeping, eating, Shitting next to the decaying body of a fallen comrade. The trenches have become home to all manner of creatures; rats, fleas and drunkards alike. The trenches have become home to me and that is surely frightening. Food and water is scarce, it always has been, but now as I find myself parched with thirst and …show more content…
I want to ensure the sacrifices of so many amount to something. The weather is getting warmer, the smell of decaying bodies is stronger and the patients of the men is wearing thin. The sun beats down on us and many men have fashioned their uniform to deal the the heat. I myself have sewn a cloth to the back of my cap while Jack and some of the others have cut down their military issues trousers to shorts. I must say after sewing something as simple as a piece of cloth to a cap I wish i had paid more attention to my mother as she sewed. I was always much more interested in Boy Scouts and playing rugby with mates. It's funny the things that become useful during war time. Murray's mother is a seamstress and sometimes when money was tight he would help her out, the men have been flocking to him like moths to a flame for help. Wilsons a funny sort of bloke one of them alternative Christian types who I I'd assume would a stayed home talking about how war and killing is wrong. now as the only one who can remember gods prayer he's become a minister of some sort saying a prayer as we bury or burn the bodies of fallen