Trench Descriptive Writing

“In the Trenches of WWI” When one thinks of war they think of one side attacking the other, but in this war we spend much of our time in damp, muddy trenches, which smell of sewage and rotting corpses. The sun is high so we all lay low in the trenches to avoid sniper fire. So I sit and rest enjoying the break, using the time to clean my bolt-action rifle. My fellow brothers-in-arms are busy taking care of everyday tasks such as personal hygiene or writing letters home.
Joe turns to me and grumbles, “It will be a miracle if they don’t cut off my foot.” As he removed his boot, I glance over I see his foot was nearly twice its normal size a condition known as trench foot. I feel sorry for the man, knowing that he will most likely lose his foot.
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I drop my dog biscuit and a rat snatches it out of the air before it hits the ground.
“We are under attack!” Jimmy, our patrol man, yells leaping for the trench. A bullet pierces his skull before hits the ground leaving his body lifeless and bloody at my feet.
I yell, “Ready positions!” but we immediately have to take cover as planes fly low shooting into the trenches. A line of enemy troops sprint towards us. I signal to fire, providing cover while five of our men rush to set up the machine gun.
“Kaboom,” the Zeppelin explodes, flames roar over the enemy line as the Zeppelin drops its load of mustard gas on the Germans. We pull our gas masks on and wait. The wind blows the mustard gas away from us. The Germans gasp for air and soon the firing stops.
My soldiers and I settle among our dead and wait. We had killed many of the enemy troops, but the mustard gas from the Zeppelin that burst into flames had done the most damage. This battle is over and we settle and wait for the next attack. Hopefully, this Great War will soon be over and we can return