MUD

outlines just one of these aspects of the conditions in the trenches, mud. Written by Sergeant P Boyd of the allied forces, the source expresses how the mud consumed the soldiers in every aspect of their life, and that it was inescapable. The primary source quotes “I have known those who can face enemy barrage without flinching, who still shiver at the memory of their experiences in the mud of Flanders”, expressing the feeling that mud caused the soldiers extreme misery all through the war and…

There are few things in life as entertaining and as suspenseful as driving trucks in mud. Mud trucking is truly one of the last great American made activities people can enjoy today. Not all trucks can withstand the tests and strains they will face when driving through thick mud though. This article will help you find the best vehicle you can buy to make your mudding experiences as entertaining as possible. The most important part of your vehicle purchase is the model you are going to buy.…

cherish my memories because they remind me of whom I was and where I came from. Those memories show me when I started to become me. I started to develop key features of who I was at a young age. I was not going to wear a dress, I was going to play in the mud, and my best friend would not always be nice. My mom will tell anyone how hardheaded I can be, and I can agree to that. I can do so, because my earliest memory is assuring my mom, “I did not need to wear a dress because dresses are for…

everywhere was dirt or mud and we couldn’t fill the balloons in the house or else water would be everywhere. We ended up filling up the balloons on the side of the house where the hose are hooked up at. After filling up like 20 balloons we all started to slip because the dirt turned into mud. They started their little water balloon fight and one they were all gone they came running back to fill more. Jaden laughing “Guys I’m sinking!” we all started to laugh his ankles were all under mud. He…

I felt like the Michelin Man as I prepared to start my shift at the horse barn in mid-January. Because of the twenty-degree temperatures and the strong winds, I was loaded down with three shirts, a heavy coat, lined jeans, a hat, and Muck boots. Not only was it difficult to do my job, it was difficult just to walk. The first task of every shift at the barn was to feed the horses. First, we would feed the boarded horses in their stalls. Then, we would take feed to the horses in the fields.…

muck balls in the face. Fish swimming between our toes. Flying mud between our toes. Finding hidden treasures. Carefully taking our steps through the muck. Jumping over rocks, stepping in the sand. Especially having fun, running our feet through the mucky water. Walking through the water and having fun. Action paragraph 1: “Yuck! Why did you throw mud in my hair.” We were throwing mud in each others hair / body and we were having a mud fight. My sister and I were playing in the creek (with…

Blood stains the lifeless, barren battlefield that is Passchendaele, where just two days ago, 16,000 Canadian soldiers laid dead or wounded. Assigned the task of capturing the ridge from German control, many fell victim to the thick, gluey mud surrounding the ridge. The soldiers fighting at Passchendaele were under constant shellfire and suffered through a torrential downpour of rain. With Passchendaele’s ancient drainage system destroyed, the vast field soon became a flooded, muddy swamp.…

The Great Mosque of Djenné is the largest historical mud mosque in the sub-Saharan region and is considered by many to be the greatest achievement of the Sudano-Sahelian architectural style. (2) Djenné is located 30 km Southwest of Mopti (the regional capital) and 570 km Northeast of Bamako (the national capital). It is one of the oldest towns of sub-Saharan Africa. (3) The sculptural beauty, intelligence, and originality behind the Great Mosque of Djenné are a product of architectural…

we saw a mud pit that we had have trucks and jeeps stuck in. We were all sitting there thinking about trying it even thought we would probably not make it. After a few moment of sitting there we decided to continue trail riding after trail riding for a few hours we went back down that trail and saw the mud pit again. My friend Ricky said he would try it so we got our winches ready and parked on the other side of the mud pit with our quads running and in reverse. He started through the mud pit…

Only, a couple of days before we went to the river, it poured down rain for a solid 3 days, non-stop. As, a result the ground was like soup, really brown, mucky, dirty, gross soup, that looked completely dry on the outside. So, once you stepped in the mud you were stuck, for good. Bo and Tess were playing with a tennis ball in the river, being thrown by Colten and after 30 minutes or so the dogs began to tire. So he quit throwing the tennis ball and walked away. But, the dogs were not done…