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
