Wednesday, September 6, 2017
'Diary of the Damned - Soldiers of WWI'
'Harry Drinkwater was in World war I, volunteering to a clubby army, called Pals battalion. Harry was a young man, 25 years hoary and a condition grammar-school boy. During his time in the trenches, he writes a remarkable diary, most his brutal doorway to the trenches at the Somme in Northern France, pull down though it was rigorously against the rules to keep.\nThe soldiers lived in a city called Suzanne, where they had to process to, which was very hard. They were encamped in tents by 12 people in each, between the opponent and their own guns, and in the night, they bath buoy light upon shells shriek. The conditions in the trenches were horrible, which he also writes in his diary: No words can adequately expose the conditions. Its non the Germans were fighting, alone the weather. The trenches were filled with bog down and water, so the soldier was standing in cold begrimed water to their knees for hours, and the muff was only acquiring denseer. To move forwards they had to use their elbows for leverage. The liberation lines is described as; Imagine a room underneath the ground, whose walls are loathsome(a) with moisture. The floor is a foot or more deep in rancid-smelling mud. nevertheless their viandss were cold and became mysterious when they ate it, because of their bodies richly covered in mud. The only food they had, was cold bacon, some bread and jam, and legion(predicate) of the rations fails to come because the conversation trenches were water-logged and being continually shelled.\nThey constantly looked at destroyed and dispirit surround. Its a battle field, and you can get the nip of how sad the surroundings were, when he writes: vigour here merely trench later on trench and, in places, the ground short-winded into heaps of dirt. The trees confound been hacked to pieces - only unforgiving stumps remain. Nothing grows. babble out desolation.\nRest years are few, and when they lastly get to stimulate some, they ha ve to adjoin to their billets, where they get a chance to wash... '
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