My trench diary

Welcome back blogging world,
A couple of weeks ago we were thinking about what it must have been like in the trenches of WW1 so we decided to write a trench diary, describing as best we could about what it might have been like in WW1 using our 5 senses. Here is my work:

	Bombs are going off in the distance, people are dieing, and I have to watch it all through my own eyes. I am in the trench at the moment because it was my turn to be on midfield (fighting in no man's land) yesterday. In about half an hour  The soldiers will all be coming back. I wonder how much we have lost this time?
	Loud BOOM sounds ring in my ears, forever nagging in the back of my mind. BOOM, BOOM! Won’t it all just stop. I try to shut it all out but I can’t. BOOM BOOM! In my dreams at night. BOOM BOOM! Even when bombs are not even going off.
	I can taste stale crackers. They are from the newest pack, but they still taste bitter and disgusting. They are as solid as rock, and I feel like my teeth are all going to fall out whenever I take a bite of one. They don’t even taste like anything. When they settle in my stomach I want to throw up. I regret this decision so much!
	Wisps of Smoke  find there way up my nostrils like little bugs crawling up the back of a leaf. day and night. It smells grey and, well… smokey. It fills the air, the trenches. You can’t hide from it. The smell haunts you and follows you like a shadow. Always in your nose and right there. The smell of smoke is just one smell though, The stench of dead bodies is the worst! Like rotten meat or bread that went off a couple of hundred years ago!
	I can feel my gun beside me. It is always around me. By my side when I sleep, In my hands when I am on midfield, and round my waist when I am doing chores in the trench. My gun is the one thing that I can trust. It keeps me safe even though It is not even alive. Just an inanimate object, but it really is the only thing that protects me from the enemies.
	Stress and panic fills my body. When will the next bomb go off? Will I ever go home? Is this how I will die, in the middle of  no man's land with no one there to help me when I am sick? No one there to comfort me when I am sad? No one there to talk to me when I am lonely?
	When will I next go out to fight? Will my trench foot heal? Will someone shoot me to death? How will I die? Will I ever return home? How long can I keep up making bombs out of tin cans? How long will it be until everything stops? Will I ever get sent anymore mail ever? What is going on back home?

  This was a little bit tricky because I have no idea what it was like back in WW1 but I did look at a couple of videos so that I knew a bit about all of the things they had to do. In the trenches they got horrible diseases like trench foot and there were rats the size of cats. This sounds very yucky and I am glad I live in 2017!

I hope you like my work and feel free to comment!