A poem about World War One, when wars were fought by trench warfare. Soldiers shot and hid in big tunnels that were dug to shelter themselves from bullets and other dangers. However soldiers were then faced with rats, disease, and still were not protected from bombs or muster gas. For those of you who dont know, the phrase "No Mans land" refers to the land between the two fighting trenches. Soldiers tried to overwhelm the enemy by taking over the no mans land and then taking over the opposing trench. Soldiers had a higher possibility of being shot and wounded while on "No mans Land".

This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.

This poem is for remembrance day and it is about life in the trenches. It is much cruder then I normally write in poetry,however; as I envisioned life in the trenches, it wasn’t sweet and pretty,it was nasty and cruel,death everywhere and no where to hide from it. My great grandfather, Harold Leadbetter served both in world war one and world war two, in the trenches for the first world war and stationed in Briton as an air force captain for the second war. I can clearly remember my mom telling me that every time she would ask him questions about the war he would break down and cry because the memories were so horrendous and then he would open a bottle to try and forget. Personally I believe to survive something like that you needed a lot of anger and courage and I tried to put as much of that into this poem as I possibly could.

A short fiction passage of how soldiers endured while living in the trenches of Europe during WWI.

Originally an assignment, just thought I’d post. Didn’t want to look at the “no content displayed” box.

- From a solider; A letter to a family back home.

What it was like to live in the trenches in World War 1.

Staring death in the eyes this soldier is not scared because he is filled with pride knowing he is doing what needs to be done to ensure our country’s way of life for generations to come.

This is a letter from a trench as written by an imaginative character during the fight at Tannenberg in WWI between the Germans and the Russians.