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Throughout my life I've experienced multiple periods of boredom, but nothing can beat the daily monotony of being a soldier in the WW1 trenches. The persistent life of being under a microscope of snipers and enemy soldiers made us into lazy logs waiting the days out. All that the guys and I could do was write letters to our homes and catch our eyes reading a book of choice. It's sad to say that the only "excitement" was the never ending battle and deaths among my peers. Shell bursts from the enemies would take out the nearest sleeping or awake man that hid in the trenches. Nowhere was safe, leaving the population to heavily decrease daily. Newbie soldiers bit the dust; as they peeked over the trench walls, only to land in death. Some of the hands on action that some men had, was while patrolling No Man's Land. There were lots of repairs to the front line, but going on posts was the most dangerous. Soldiers would spy and listen in to get tips on enemy whereabouts- and then into the enemy on occasion. It wasn't encouraged to use our machine guns if confronted, leaving us to hand combat. I was never good at that kind of combat. The machine gun was my friend, but not everyone else's. It needed four to six people to work it, and overheated very quickly. The main concern was how loud it was, and the frequent jams we had with it. The machine gun wasn't very reliable, but it did its damage fairly well.

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have not taken showers or baths in months. Also, the smell of the muddy, wet ground makes the smell even worse

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Then lately there's been patrols being sent out to the no mans land. mean while, we are being faced with hurrying on their separate ways or else engaging in hand to hand fighting because we cant afford to use our handguns right now, our fear is that the machine gun fire will be inevitably attract to all the members of the patrol. we as well feared the poison gas as it can come in at any moment we wont notice and later on 🤬 all of us. so that's where were at right now i know that later there's gonna come bigger things.

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As a soldier in the WW1, death was very constant and random. On the first day in the trench,lots of men died of a aimed bullet by a sniper. There were many diseases and injuries that lead to death. Two types of rats were despised, a black rat and a brown rat. These rats were all over us humans eating eyes and livers. They could grow to the size of a cat. Rats could spread infections and contamination in food. The rat problem went throughout the war killing and infecting many men. In the trench cycle, a battalion would serve a spell in the front line. While at rest, men would find themselves with duties that put them in the line of fire. Men might expect a year to spent 70 days in the front line, with 30 nearby trenches for support. in the war i used a rifle because it was a somewhat medium sized gun and was really handy.

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hello other and father, I'm stuck here in Belgium I spend most of my time in the trenches. there is dead bodies laying all over the ground. After done with work on our spare time we read and write letters. There are a lot of rats that are the size of a cat. I carry my rifle around because it fast shooting and light.

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Back in my day, the trenches were filthy and rats roamed all over the place. they would grow to the size of backstreet cats and devoured the bodies of my friends. The rats were all here in the first place because of the stench. there would be residue of mustard gas and bodies were plentiful. the gas especially was a big deal. though the gas clouds were easy to spot, if you were caught in one, that was the end of you. this was dangerous because we had to send men into the battlefield to repair or place barbed wires and such. On those fields there were rats, gas clouds, and snipers.

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my name is Jake I have been a solider in the trenches for so time now its not all bad but only things that bother me is the smell. its rotting bodies, moldy sandbags, poison gasses, cigarette smoke and food all mixed as one. you get used to it after awhile. patrolling no mans land is the most stressful felling's you can ever get it is filled with barbed wire and if you find enemy soldiers out there try to go around them if you have to fight Don't use a gun because the machine gunners will spry you down. me and the soldiers are so bored of the tasks we have to do. we don't get a lot of sleep but we sleep when ever we can the commander does nit like that very much. I'm a really good shot with my rifle its my most trusted weapon I never jammed it and it always works nicely for me. I do wish this war would end, I wanna go back and see my family again.

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My name is Julien. I am a soldier in WW1 and it's not exactly how people described it to be. Life is now horrible. I see rats everywhere all the time its crazy. I'm actually really frightened by rats. Everyone here has lice and it just keeps on spreading and it's getting worse and worse as well as the smell here its terrible sometimes I even feel sick to my stomach. We tested out a weapon called the "grenade" and it was so crazy to see. It blew up so much in such little time.

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living in the trenches is awful, the cycles are way too long and the tasks suck. Sometimes my battalion will spend about 70 days on the front lines, and about 30 days in support trenches. What made it worse is the weapon I use is the flamethrower, the heaviest weapon we have! The scariest thing about the front lines is going out on No Man's Land patrol, one time my patrol faced enemy forces and we had a huge hand to hand battle. but when we get back to the trenches the stench is just horrible, with all the dead bodies and some men in my battalion who

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My name is Daniel and I'm part of the patrol unit and every day I see novices peeking their heads out and getting shot by a sniper 1/3 of all the novices I see die, because of this I see a lot of daily deaths of soldiers. they're is also a lot of brown and black rats we fear the brown ones the most, because they ate the remains of the other soldiers that died and they can grow a big as cats and also brought diseases with them. but rats aren't the only thing bring diseases there are also lice and a lot of frogs as well. the frogs liked to hide in shell holes that have water in them and the lice spread around rapidly any made us to itch uncontrollably and they also caused trench fever which is very painful. On some days tanks would drive over the trenches making loud noises and entering the no mans land and taking the attention away from the trenches.

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My time here during the great war is that rats are constantly spreading everywhere and they grow to the size of a cat.  A lot of men are exasperated and afraid of these rats that are being spread out in our land.  A single rat couple could produce up to 900 offspring in a year.  These huge brown and black rats would attempt to rid the trenches of them by various methods, such as gunfire with the bayonet and even by clubbing them to death.  Not only the rat problem, the frog, lice, and even worse.  Lice over here is a never-ending problem, it increases constant scratching all around our bodies.  Lice would give us trench fever.  Many men had to shave their heads entirely to avoid any lice in their heads.  One last problem that we all have is the inspection and chores.  Daily chores included the refilling of sandbags, the repair of the duckboards on the floor of the trench and the draining of trenches.  Machine guns were had to be used to fight off these huge rats that are breaking in and torturing our land.

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As a patrol unit in the great war i go through the ugliest of conditions. Going through the front lines into no mans land to see the disgust of the war were i have to put down more wire for later battles and try my best to hear valuable information from the enemy. With death coming upon us everyday from rifle fire , artillery, and disease everyone feels vulnerable at all times. The enemies are using a new technology called a flamethrower that shoots burning oil into the trenches 18 feet in front of it. The only time we feel a slight presence of peace is during the morning while we clean our guns and eat break feast after a few shots of rum when we wake up.

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hello, mother and father. there are constantly people dyeing on the front lines there is constant shellfire. on the western front were actually sustained in the trenches aside from emery injuries disease wrought a heavy toll. also RATS, are in the trenches they come by the millions there are two type of rats brown and black rats, they could grow the size of a cat. these rats are spreading disease, people are killing them with there bayonet and even clubbing them in the head. each side is watched by snipers in the day we have to wait till night fall so during the day we reading and writing letters to home we also were able to sleep we had a short time to eat. so then we basically do nothing until night fall. they also just created these war machines called planes they were able to drop bombs they also had two machine guns attached to the front on the plane for air combat (dog fights) so they were very effective then they also were really not the most stable things but they get the job done, they were a new revolution for the war.

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In the trenches, a hard life is faced day - to - day. As a soldier lined up in the trench, I could just complain about one problem, but there are even more. First off, rats are bombarding the trenches, scaring off people and getting them sick. Many have lost their balance trying to shoot the rat, but fail in response. As someone who is a rifle man, it's very heavy to keep it up and fire, so we have multiple rifle men near us. The rifle is also a very slow process. Many have gotten underlying infection from the rats, causing more deaths by day. The stench is unbearable. Thousands of rotting bodies per day isn't a land you want to be on. Us soldiers do not have luxury baths to soak in, so all you get is the smell of dead bodies and bad odor. Lice were also a problem for many. Those vermin bred in filthy clothes and made all of us itchy. We're all in pain from trench fever. Our bodies are getting weaker by the days.

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Being a soldier in war is very difficult. Death is a constant companion to many of us. We fear rat infestation for many reasons. A single rat could reproduce up to 900 offspring in a year which can spread infections. Brown rats feed on human remains and they can grow to the size of a cat. If you think that's bad well you are wrong! The smell is probably the worst thing to ever exists. Imagine thousands of dead soldiers scattered or many men who hadn't bathed in weeks or some even months. Poison gas odor was very common which is deadly. When inhaled it enters your system and causes blisters, choking, vomiting, sneezing, blindness, and irritation. I hate this life.

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It is currently day 58 of the war, everyday more and more soldiers are dying right next to me. Since I am in the frontlines in the trenches, heavy fire is everywhere around me. Most of the men are killed by the enemy snipers or machine gun bullets. My commanding officer is increasing our death rate by sending soldiers into no mans land to try and advance or build more barbed wire, but they would be shot down almost immediately. Even when there was no fire and our patrol would try to get information from the enemy, there would be a constant fear of being gunned down. Most of the men are always exhausted when firing because of the trench cycle the officers have us go through. We barely get any rest and are always on the frontlines. I'm always in fear of being sniped, I man the machine gun so I am a constant target by the enemy. I don't know how much war I can take.

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My time during the Great War I've witnessed many deaths of our soldiers every single day.  Many of these deaths didn't even happen during war. There are many random shellfire's throughout our trench which cause these deaths, some times the death is caused by poison gas. Poison gas is a weapon used by the Germans first to suffocate our soldiers and 🤬 us in groups. It is colorless and causes a burning sensation throughout your body.  I overheard someone say they believed that one third of our soldiers died in the trenches. In our trench there has been a infestation of rats. There are two types a black and brown rat. The latter being feared more. They live off our corpses and grow to the size of a cat. Even through our best attempts to rid them of our trenches they would produce 900 offspring in a year, that spread infection and contamination in our food. Our normal day since our front line is under watch by the other powers we finish our daily tasks and we have the rest of the time to ourselves. We sleep whenever we can and eat at certain times. Most the time we are bored and cant move until night falls. I will try to update you again once i have the time and energy, i hope you find some insight on how our days are here.

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I never would have thought this was how my life was going to end. There are daily deaths in these disgusting trenches, many of them were only on their first day. Everyday in the trenches somebody is shot and killed, or maybe it was a disease that killed them. You never know who's going to be next. Tomorrow might be the day that I will be one of the rotting carcasses adding to the horrid smell of everyone's body odor from not showering in so long, but who can blame them? It was basically a luxury to shower and bathe yourself now-a-days. And don't even get me started on those overflowing latrines that smell like nothing I have ever smelled before. The rats are probably running through all that before they reach the floor right by my feet, or even worse everyone's faces while we are all resting. Those rats are everywhere, nobody can control them. They multiple way too fast, a single rat producing about 900 offspring in a year. Although I need to rest, whether or not the rats are crawling on me or not. Out there in the field, it is a lot of work carrying around the ammunition for the machine gun my buddies operate. Of course I help them too, since it takes 2-3 men to move and fire one machine gun; however, they do a lot of damage to a group of people, so it does make it worth it. Hopefully putting us one step closer to winning this Great War, although it doesn't seem so great to me.

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My name is Frank and I'm a soldier living in the trenches during The Great War. Life is terrible in the trenches, my fellow soldiers and i have to deal with rat infestations, frogs and lice, and inspection and chores. There are millions of rats in the trenches with us, we have black and brown rats but the brown rats are what we really try to stay away from. They feast on human remains and can grow to the size of a cat. We try to get rid of them by shooting them, using out bayonets, and even clubbing them to death. It's very hard to get rid of all the rats since one couple can produce up to 900 offspring in a year. They are a big problem, spreading disease and contaminating our food. Us soldiers also have to deal with Frogs, Lice and Worse. The lice are terrible always making us itch, they can not be gotten rid of since they breed in the seems of our clothes, even when we wash them the eggs remain and our body heat causes them to hatch. They also cause Trench Fever which is not pleasant at all, it can take 12 weeks to recover when not in the trenches. Frogs are even be found in holes in the trenches surrounded by slugs and beetles, It's gross. Most of us men shave our heads entirely to prevent nits the best we can. However, the worst is getting trench foot, it is caused by your feet constantly being cold, wet, and enclosed in boots. Most men end up getting their foot amputated. As a soldier we have to go through inspections and chores each morning after breakfast. We would be inspected by our commander and be assigned chores such as refilling sandbags, repairing duck boards on the trench floors, and draining the trenches. One of the new weapons we have is the flamethrower, it is very handy because we can use it to burn our enemies, it even sustains a flame for up to 40 seconds. The only things that aren't very good about the flamethrower are that it can only be effective close range and they are very expensive due to their extensive use of fuel.

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I swear if I have to spend another week I might just go over the top for fun. They've had me at the front for about a month now, so God know's how long I have to spend here. I have a few friends who would've spent their 50th day here if the whole premature death thing wasn't so annoying. You hear everyone talking about rats this, rats that, rats rats rats. Well the rats can't just jump out and the rats can't crawl all over your skin. I got lice a few days ago and I considered just shooting off the leg they infested the hair off, better than dying a very slow, very itchy death. Shaved my head, though, so I'm safe there for now. The higher ups stuck me on the flamethrower, so that's going to be fun when I have to rush out into no-man's land with a gigantic explosive tanker on my back, dodging which ever poor sap has to man the machine gun from about 40 feet away and needing to get close enough to see the shine on the frenchie's buttons in order to do anything. For now I guess I can occupy myself with having to change the floorboards every time it rains and i have to fish the broken wood out of the mud. might get a few diseases there, too. Better than dying, I guess.

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My name is Elliott and I am a soldier in The Great War. I live in the trenches. Daily deaths are very common while living in the trenches. Many people die on their first day. Not only do people die from enemy attacks, but people die from diseases also. Frogs, Lice and Worse are also horrible and they contribute to infections. Most of us shaved our heads right when we got here to avoid lice and nits. some people get trench foot and have to get their foot amputated. The smell also makes you sick to your stomach, but after being around it for a while you kind of get used to it. Rotting bodies lay around in piles, and there are overflowing latrines which give off a horrid odor. Body odor mixed with chemicals is a very unpleasing smell also. A few nights ago, one of my fellow soldiers had a grenade. Despite the fact that grenades, or "jam bombs," were about the size of a baseball and were able to be thrown far, and that they had many advantages, there were dangers that came with carrying them. the ring was pulled while he was in the trench that night and the grenade went off.

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My time here during the great war, I have witnessed traumatic events. The great war was not as people described it. The war was more treacherous. There was daily deaths occurring In my trench. The enemies were attacking and were shooting at us constantly it was despicable. Many people were dying while they were in the trenches, it was terrible. Sometimes the daily deaths of people were caused by poison gas, the enemies would throw poisonous gas into our base and it would spread into the trenches making it hard for us breathe. Some of the soldiers who were weak and sick could not take in the gas and they would die. Diseases were spreading way too fast and a rat infestation occurred. My trench was disgusting to look at. There were black rats and brown rats scurrying around the floor. Although, the black rats weren't as bad to se, the brown rats were. They were deadly and vicious. The brown rats scamper across our soldiers faces and even mines. They gorge on the human remains of the dead people and bite us. The rats contaminate our food so infectious diseases can get everywhere. Although rats were a big problem and spread infectious diseases, Frogs and lice were worse. The lice would be stuck in our clothes and even if we constantly washed them the lice eggs would remain in the fleece of the shirts. Our heat would cause the eggs to hatch and spread infection. The frogs were found in shell holes covered in water and were found in the base of our trenches. The frogs carried infections al over them and many people would get sick. It was terrible.

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Being a soldier in WW1 I have seen many deaths each day. I have seen deaths even when there are no raids or attacks, they happen so randomly. Whether we were laying in a trench or a dugout, shellfire detected by the enemy would bring random death. Many of my buddies died their first day here. After breakfast everyday we will get inspected by the company or platoon. after this would be completed we would be assigned
daily chores, including refilling the sandbags, the repair of duckboards on the floor of the trench and draining of the trenches. On rainy days the trenches quickly fill up with muddy water making them even harder for us to clean. Although pumping equipment was supplied for draining the trenches. The worst part would have to be the smell. With the rotting carcasses laying on the ground in the thousands. About 200,000 men were killed on the Somme battlefield. we are not offered a bath for days or maybe weeks. Feet give off the worst odor. Also there is the smell pf poison gas lingering around as well. the most exciting this here would be the new weapons we have, one of them being the Flamethrower. The flamethrower consists of two tanks, holding flammable liquid mix other for pressurized gas. This weapon can easily destroy large amounts of land and is useful to clear out bunkers.

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My time here during the great war has been difficult to unseen. during the war we've been living in a trench full of infections and medical conditions. the first infestation were of frogs, lice and probably even worse that I have yet to see. the infestation of lice has been a never ending problem, this is causing our men to itch unceasingly. with periodically washed clothes being re-worn the heat of our body's cause the lice eggs to hatch. we still find frogs in shell holes that are covered in water. There are slugs and horned beetles at the bottom of the trench as well. fungal infections are being made by the cold and wet feet and the dirtiness. there is also some areas being issued rum to our men. afterwards we attend the cleaning of their rifles them breakfast would be severed and an unofficial truce went on.

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My name is Francis. I am a soldier in The Great War and i am living in the horror of the trenches. I don't know how much longer i am going to be able to handle this. Deaths occur daily, the boredom is enough to 🤬 someone and lastly the smell makes you want die itself. Someone I care about dies everyday. Alot of men die in the trenches everyday. Since people are so close disease spreads easily. The smell of dead bodies and men that have not bathed in weeks surrounds. There is a lingering odor of poison gas that could be one of the reasons for so many deaths everyday. But with all of that mixed together makes for a very unpleasant and nauseating smell. It is very boring here. The most interesting thing that has happened in weeks was learning about new weapons. For example the flame thrower. Which might i add is a very interesting device. It consists of pressurized air and hot oil to make a flame that shoots 18 feet. I just want to go home.

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As a solider fighting in the war, changes you as a person. You see things that don't happen everyday. You cant un-see what I have seen during my days in the war. Daily death was a constant companion to those serving in the line. Rat infestation, rats and their millions infested trenches. The could grow to the size of a cat. And lastly.. THE SMELL! No overview of trench life can avoid the aspect that struck visitors: The appealing reek given off by numerous conflicting sources. In all the many days away from home and my sweet family, counting down the days to when I can see them again.. I have spent my time shooting my rifle and having time go by.

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A soldier is not an easy thing to be. Theirs hundreds of rats which is very disturbing The rats grows up to a full cat! I fear rats then war itself. The brown rats even feed on humans, I don't even know how I even got through all this trouble. And don't even get me started about the Smell!! It reeked of rotting carcass from the dead men laying on the floor. The deaths were believable, soldiers would randomly die. But my buddy John are one of the people that died from the infection. Some also died from getting grenades exploding in their faces.

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As a soldier fighting in the great war, all I can say is the people back home were wrong about how great war would be. We have a rat infestation which isn't fun for me because I was terrified of rats before I even showed up here. I have tried to act like the giant rats don't scare me, but in reality I jumped at one last week and one of the guys here hasn't stopped laughing at me since. He died yesterday so at least that stopped. In fact most of the guys I showed up here with have died so it wasn't that surprising. There hasn't been that much to do here and the boredom is starting to get to us. The most interesting thing I've done is test out a new machine gun which honestly doesn't work that well, sometimes I wonder if they are ever going to make the machine gun that works good.