World War 1 Trench Narrative

The night out was cold, about four degrees Celsius. Men were huddled up together, while others kept their eyes out for the German troops. The first battle of Ypres didn’t go so well, our enemies had used a new weapon on the French troops. It was some sort of deadly chemical weapon. It was April 21st, 1915, so far we didn’t know what to call this war. It was enormous, and affected most of the world. Poor Belgium wasn’t even a part of the force, but Germany tried to attack France by going through her.
“How is it looking?” I turned towards Lucas one of the troops that was watching the German army.
“They haven’t done anything yet. I think they might try to retreat.” Lucas looked back down into the trench at me.
I nodded in response, and headed …show more content…
Most of our trenches led underground, and our doors weren’t very secure. Many times had a trench collapsed on top of a number of soldiers. We dug them out just to bury them again. I began to walk through mud, and tried to be careful of where I stepped. With one wrong move the mud of the trench could leak into my boots, and cause for me to get sick. Now wasn’t the time for a common cold, I needed to survive this war for my own country's victory. Everyone will know that Canadian soldiers had fought bravely in this …show more content…
We scurried up, and ran through the trench. The soldiers behind me were hacking up a storm, and my lungs began to burn. I pulled along the one soldier I pushed to the ground. It was Lucas, he must have breathed in more of the gas than I did. Lucas was wobbling along side me, and stopped multiple times to cough. Each time he had stopped I pulled him along again. I wasn’t going to let anyone die, not while they’re right beside me. We finally made it out of the cloud, but we were missing a good ten men. Nobody went back to look for them. My eyes began to water, and my vision