What is your first name?
What is your last name?
Nothing happened at first. We advanced at a
I noticed that it had begun to
rain. Then the enemy machine-gunning started, first one gun, then many. They traversed,
and every now and then there came the swish of bullets.
It's a bloody death trap, someone said. I told him to shut up. But was he right? We struggled
on through the mud and the rain and the shelling. Then came a terrific crack above my head,
a jolt in my left shoulder, and at the same time I was watching in an amazed, detached sort
of way my right forearm twist upwards of its own volition and then hang limp. I realised
that I had been hit.
I was suddenly filled with a surge of happiness. It was a physical feeling almost,
consciousness of a reprieve from the shadow of death, no less. That I had just taken part in a
failure, that I had really done nothing to help win the war, these things were forgotten - if
ever indeed they had entered my consciousness.
After exiting the trench how did the soldiers advance?(Requires Sentence)
What happened to Harold Mellersh?(Requires Sentence)
Why was Harold happy?(Requires Sentence)