A Day In the Past

A Day In the Past

"Bring" "Get up Mike!" his mother shrieked up the stairs. "oh no"

groaned the reply because today as he knew all too well it was Monday,

and not any Monday it was his first day back from the summer break.

Gone were the days he could relax and enjoy the sunshine, He was now

back to the real horror of life, the shocker of the year: School!

He stood up wearily and yawned, stretching his long, thin arms out

wide and then rubbing his freckled face. He then dragged himself still

asleep into the bathroom which was through the jungle of books,

clothes and litter out into the hallway which was no bigger than the

length of a car. Turn left out of his room, go past his younger and

very irritating sister's room and then at the end of the hallway there

is a white door which has paint chipped off it and the hinges are

broken.

This is the bathroom, As you step into this room you are greeted by a

green toilet which has faded in colour and looks well used. Above this

there are three windows. All of which you can't see through to give

you some privacy whilst washing. Left on the toilet there is a

matching faded sink. To make the complete set, on the last wall there

is a small rickety bath leaning carefully against the wall. All four

sides of the room are decorated with oddly shaped tiles which look

like they have been slapped onto the wall without much though or care.

The mortar is cracked and there is plaster everywhere. Anyone would

think a small child had done this bit of DIY. The bathroom is dimly

lit by a single bulb which has been neglected and without any sort of

covering. When you walk around the room you cant help but...

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...ullets or the silent

advancement of the gas.

Incomplete bodies are taken back to the trench and thrown into a wagon

- without any ceremony or even a prayer and a shell holes are littered

with half dead bodies groaning in their disturbed sleep. Today a young

man, only sixteen years old who had lied to the enlistment sergeant in

order to join-up lost his mind. After the orders to charge were given

he ran back to the trench with the shock of the shells and was shot by

the sergeant: how could he have done that? He shot one of his own men.

There is no glory in this war at all, the fact of the matter is that

we've been tricked into enlisting. This battlefield isn't glorious,

our country lets us lie here in sludge and mud, be gassed and shot and

blown up by shells - we're fighting a politicians war and we are the

pawns.