The Trenches

One of the projects I enjoyed most at school (at about age 16) was writing about World War I. I always did have a passion for history and still do.

A soldier’s private hell
Of mud and damp and rot
Corpses – oh, the smell!
It’s sticky and humid and hot
The mud is drowning your mate
You’re too tired to pull him out
You must leave him to his fate
He’s too weak to even shout
Men are lying on planks
Being eaten away by rats
These rats have been gorging on corpses
So now they’re as big as cats!
The body’s weak
All faith is gone
The mind is meek
Death has won

By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services ( and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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