Logged out
Access All our Essays in an Instant
Swap your work for FREE access, or pay £4.99 for instant access
Gas! Gas! Gas! I am a front line soldier. I was with a mate sitting at the bottom of the parapet
Member rating: No Rating | Words: | Submitted: Wed Dec 07 2005
Page Preview
On the left is an image preview of every page of this document, and below are the first 150 words with formatting removed:
Gas! Gas! Gas! I am a front line soldier. I was with a mate sitting at the bottom of the parapet. My mate took out his damp cigarette. He managed to have a smoke, but I couldn't. I just couldn't take the smell of blood, mud and rats. I could not have a peaceful smoke. The smell was always there. It did not go at all. I always fell sick and could not stand it at all. The weather was finally clear and nice and bright after so many days. Our mood changed dramatically from upset and sad to happy and cheerful. I was hoping nothing horrible and disgusting will happen today. We kept our hopes up for a nice peaceful day because it wasn't raining. We heard a call, "Get ready men. Today is a fine day to fight for your country". No one hesitated or panicked from this...
To see the full version of this document, and 145,841 others
