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After you have learned about all of the new technologies soldiers during WWI encountered, use your creative energy to create a "tweet" of 150 words explaining your situation and what it was like. 
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It is 1916 we have sat in this ditch for four years and all four of these years have made me near pass out with fright, I am sitting here in a bed writing this letter to say goodbye for the last time, I don't have long a new weapon has been made able to shoot fire and they used it on the trench I was in all of the solders I fought together with, are now dead, the Germans are coming and there killing all in their path they will be here soon. I wish I'd used my legs when I had them because now they are ashes more screms they are her

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It is 1916 we have sat in this ditch for four years and all four of these years have made me near pass out with fright, I am sitting here in a bed writing this letter to say goodbye for the last time, I don't have long a new weapon has been made able to shoot fire and they used it on the trench I was in all of the solders I fought together with, are now dead, the Germans are coming and there killing all in their path they will be here soon. I wish I'd used my legs when I had them because now they are ashes more screms they are her

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I am currently aiding injured soldiers down here in the trenches. Many of us have fallen and many more to come. The war is ruthless, the Germans have come up with many new technologies. Some machines breath fire, some soar higher than you could imagine, raining terror down on us. We have even encountered strange chemicals in the air that have taken many of our soldiers. There are strange metal fish in the oceans that are as large as the ships they use. They have weapons that can shoot faster than I could have even imagined. This may be the last letter I write to you my Love Sincerely, Delilah

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When I had first signed up for this war, I had absolutely no idea how awful my life would become. I came here to defend my country, I came here to make a difference. I know now that I am of no significance  whatsoever. I sit in this trench, watching as everyone around me either gets sick, or shot, or worse. The Germans have us absolutely pinned, and I fear that my death is near. I have seen some technologies that I could never imagine were possible. I have seen flying machines, giant industrial monsters called "tanks", flame guns, and so many other inhumane creations that I fear to never be on the other end of. Unfortunately, I think that's too much to ask.

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Es ist schlecht hier. Jeden Tag bringen die Engländer und die Franzosen eine neue Taktik auf das Schlachtfeld. Vor kurzem haben die Engländer uns mit giftigem Gas angegriffen! Ich bin gerade mit meinem Leben davongekommen. Ich hoffe, ich kann dir wieder schreiben. Aber wenn ich nicht kann, tschüss.

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Its April 23rd, 1917, I might not make out of this alive. I miss you, and I want to come home because it's dark and cold here. This giant green vehicle was coming right towards the trenches, the Germans called them "Tanks". All of this new technology is killing us, the gases, the flames, the rapid fire of bullets coming towards us, getting closer to a soldier minute by minute. Second by second. I'm scared, I haven't slept in days, it reeks and I want to shower. I want to come home.

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Dear Mary, I miss you. It's very frightening here in the trenches. I constantly hear gun shots, yelling, crying, and bombs. It's dark, cold, and muddy. Everyone is expected to die here. Many of my friends have already been brutally killed. There are machines and weapons more deathly than you could ever imagine. There are huge monster steel tanks that without fail, kill everything in it's path. Flying objects in the sky dropping down bombs looked amazing at first, until they murdered half of my troop. Oh, the worst are the poisonous gases. Such a terrible weapon you can't hide from. Almost as bad are the flame throwers. The fire spreads quickly, burning people alive. I haven't even mentioned all the fears there are to fear. I know there is little hope of me seeing you again. I want you to know that I love...

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It is 1918, and Im I am writing this as a final goodbye to you and the family, I 

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It is 1918, and Im I am writing this as a final goodbye to you and the family, I 

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It is currently March 13th and I'm finally getting use to the new technology we been ordered to use. When I first started I couldn't imagine the sort of new machinery I'd be usin', I couldn't even imagine me bein' able to ever work it. The new technology really helps, but also hurts. The Germans have more than us, today I saw this large, mobile machine that could shoot gun fire from the top. Many soldiers have suffered brutal deaths from some sort of gas that the Germans invade us with. I don't think I'll make it out alive, but I'l try my hardest. Until next time, Jason.

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The war is hard on the soldiers and I. This new technology killed my entire troop. All my friends died. I am the only survivor. I've never seen so much blood in all my days. Bombs have ripped soldiers, limb from limb. Planes spying on us from the air. Poison gases are suffocating. You can't breathe. All you can do is feel the life being sucked out of you. Sweat, tears, and blood. That's all you see from these men. This war won't end until everyone is dead. All these men know they are going to die. Nothing is more heartbreaking than when you see your friends who have sisters, brothers, wives, and children die right before you. See bullets rip through their flesh and witness the life leave their eyes. Know that their family will have a soldier on their doorstep, and the family will just know. They will just know that their son is dead. I won't survive this war. I feel it in my bones. Love, Your Son.

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Its the 28th of June 1914, The day before the trench warfare starts. Everyone else is writing letters to there family so I thought I will too, I mean after all I'm probably gonna die. Tell little Jimmy he can have my pocket knife under my pillow. There is a huge metal vehicle with a giant gun on it, I have never seen anything like it. Theirs also a lot of plains just flying back and forth around the trenches. Its very dark right now and all i can here is the soldiers loading their guns for tomorrow. I've been here for a couple days now and already three solders have died from sickness. We have been introduced to a new weapon that breaths fire.
Well i only have 5 more minutes to send this off so I got to sign off. By the time you get this I might be dead but tell the family I love them and good bye.
-Solider john

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I never thought war was like this. I have seen explosions so big that the ground shakes, even from miles away. The land is slowly being more and more destroyed everyday. Me and the other solders are waiting for our chance to leave the trench, but we are starting to think that we will never be able to. We are worried that the Germans are still out there with their machine guns, waiting for us to leave the safety of the trench so they can kill us all. I am so afraid that I will never see my home again.

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The Germans recently came across a new device that can shoot multiple bullets rather than just one like our rifles. We can no longer gain ground on them without losing our own lives in the process. These new guns can sweep across our trenches and kill multiple people in less than a minute. If we are to push back, we need to get some kind of counter to these new "machine guns". Maybe some kind of machine gun for ourselves. Has the French built something to give us the edge up. Some of the French airplane squadrons have sent us messages saying that they will send backup but it either hasn't arrived yet or they were intercepted by a German squadron. We have heard rumors about a victory in another part of French where we used a large force of tanks to take over the German trenches. If you have any ideas general, we'd appreciate it because I'm not sure how long we'll last out here. We are holding them back for now.

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Today I seen this flying object. I don't know what its called but there is a rumor that its called an "airplane".  I wish you could've seen it, it was amazing to see in person. It was flying low and really slow. Then it flew across "no mans land" and then was fired apon by by loud machine guns. They went pew-pew-pew. Then the plane crashed in the giant monster metal machine. It has a giant tube on it almost like a barrel ( insert tank fire....insert manly scream....insert blood). Good bye mother please forgive me for stealing the cookies out of the cookie jar.

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There have been many advancements in technology since the start of the war, and each one is more startling then the last. We are using weapons that were beyond my imagination before the war, and even now they are hard to believe. However, of all of these inventions, the one I fear most is the poisonous gas. I have never seen it, but I have heard about it. People say that it surrounds you from all sides, and there is no way to escape or fight it. It is so painful to inhale, and before you know it you can barely think or breathe. The thought of all this is extremely terrifying to me. I am also afraid to be sent to fight in the trenches, because I know that life in the trenches is so awful... Most soldiers are resigned to their own deaths there.

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Today I saw something in the sky. It was metal and had multiple guns on it. It swept over the battlefield and devastated our troops. This strange machine is called an airplane. It has the ability to wipe out dozens of men in a series of seconds. I don't know how we will be to recover. We have never had to worry about attacks from the air before. We don't know how to combat this new threat. The only enemies we know how to fight are ones from the ground. These airplanes are able to shoot into trenches. We aren't safe anywhere now. The airplanes can also fly across "No Man's Land" easily, which is something we could never do.

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In the skies over Vaduz sue Somme,France 1918 April,21

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In the skies over Vaduz sue Somme,France 1918 April,21

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The Baron Manfred von Richthofen,also know as the red Baron."Terrorize these sky for to long". My squadron was order by Major general Hugh Trenched to kill the baron.The skies where clear as day,and I thought the baron wouldn't be able to surprise us.But as soon we enter the eastern front air space the skies fill with artillery fire.

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It"s March 23, 1917, I have been stuck in this trench for 4 days now and i keep hearing bullets fly over my head. I'm so scared. I heard theirs this thing called poisonous gas out now and it already got a bunch of people dead. I hope it doesn't hit us anytime soon. I probably wont be home soon. So make sure you look after mom and dad for me. They need you at a time like this. I can see the Germans from my trench. They have new weapons. I don't know what they are. But I do know that they are dangerous. Half my friends are gone I don't know where they went but all I know is that they aren't coming back. There's  this thing called a tank its this huge truck made of metal and it has a gun on it. I'm scared, I cry myself to sleep every night. I might not make it out alive and I want you to know that I love you and whatever happens look out for mom and dad for me.
Sincerely,
KK

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War ain't how I expected it. This ain't no fun an' games no more.  I wish pa would've taught me to shoot a gun back when I was just a boy. Now I'm shootin' these big ole guns that have a migty kickback. My shoulders all bruised up and my back achin'. Planes shootin at us from the sky and men lay dead in the trenches. Its as if you ain't wantin' to make no friends here. Not many live long and once they dead they get forgotten in the snap of them fingers. I share a bunk with a mans name I don't know. I ain't doin' well neither. His face becomin' pale and his whole body sweatin' too! The trench I'm stayin at isnt fit for people. The rain and dirty makin' it all muddy and hard to walk. My cloths gross and wet. There ain't much food and clean water to drink. Everyday, Audrey, I think imma bout to die. If the war don't get me, the diseases will. I miss ya, Audrey, an' I pray I'll be home soon. An' if you get a letter that I'm dead, just lettin' ya know know that I'm sorry an' I'll miss the kids. Pa an'  Ma will for sure help out with them.

Pray me in,
George

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After you have learned about all of the new technologies soldiers during WWI encountered, use your creative energy to create a "tweet" of 150 words explaining your situation and what it was like.