Week 10 Horrible trenches By Brian O K.

It was the eleventh of November nineteen eighteen. I was frozen in my trench but weren’t we all. It was four A.M. sharp. There were rumours that it would be all over at eleven A.M. All the shooting would become peace at last. The war to end all wars would come to a halt. There would be hot soup, RED hot soup and even better, our very own beds. Oh yes, I nearly forgot family too, so many thoughts. I wanted to run into the German’s trench. I wanted a V.C. (Victoria cross). I had a plan that if all my regiment dug together we could defeat the Germans in a matter of minutes. Little did we know they were on to us. When I saw a machine gun pointed at my head I knew it was all over….