My First Day In The Trenches Narrative Essay

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Today marks the end of my first month in the trenches. The things I have seen in the trenches are unbelievable. There are hordes of rats. There are at least two types, the brown and the black. They’re the almost the size of my cat back home. Lately as its grow colder I’ve noticed them gnawing at my fallen trench mates. On top of all that, they’ve been spreading disease rampantly. They’re impossible to get rid of. We’ve tried shooting them out multiple times but they always come back to no avail. I hope I will be able to fend off any sort of disease from them. I must pick this up later, as I’ve reached the end of my time.

Yesterday my commander made me stay up for so long in the trench. I’m so exhausted that i can barely write this. This has been my only free time for the past three days. I am also getting hungry, we havent had a proper meal in almost two weeks, just bits and scraps. When I was up on post last night rain began pouring down on us. I was worried because this was the first rain I’ve experienced since coming to the trenches.
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We had to march in straight lines while in sync. It didn’t take long after I arrived to realize that wasn’t gonna be how things were. We would stick together, but definitely not in any types of formations. Most of my training ended up being forgotten through the course of my first month.

When I first enlisted to the war, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I for sure did not think I would see so many wounded on my first day. It was crazy, the outflow of soldiers just on my first week alone. They never warned us of just how many people would get carried out on stretchers. My first night in the trenches a bomb was thrown in. I was horrified to see that the man who was standing just 15 feet from me was blown to bits. Signing up It had never occured to me that i would spend so much time in close quarters with death.

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