Guided Writing

Here is my original piece of writing on the theme of Ducle ET Decorum est. by Wilfred Owen

Memories of war

Me and my fellow comrades can not bear to be here anymore i have been very sick. We all want this to end i can't  get sleep i have been here for many months now i wish this war would end soon.

I am trying to get back from the front line i am hearing noises in my head i need to get some rest and get out of here. I feel sorry for the other soldiers getting shot down as i take the back. I leave all behind.

Everyone has no idea what their doing they are so tired they have put everything behind them they get picked on as i watch all of us walk over sharp objects after losing our gear we need to get back soon and sleep is crucial the are all marching in twirled lines. bullets flying past the men which they don't even notice eyelids half down not knowing what is going on. all these people dont know whats coming next.

as i'm fighting i notice im surrounded. surrounded by gas. I scream to everyone warning “gas, gas, gas”

we all use all of our power to reach for our gas mask and get them on as fast as we can. all the gas steams through the trenches i look round but i can't see. I get on the ground so that i don't get shot .I hear someone screaming out for help with no mask. after the gas clears i see 1 casualtie.

Next comes the greenes it is faint and blinds i see nothing hear nothing he word goes round the back saying the gasses have reached the front line. I scramble around trying to find any other human i can

you see one of my comrades who didnt get his mask on in time he is blinded and begging for help there's no way he will live i am screaming trying to help him he is coughing and dying. i feel so bad as he dies.as he is dieing i see the lungs in side him swelling up and his family waiting at home writing him letters his boddy is crincling. imagine my part having to take this man in the wagon trying to save him i remember him trying to grip on to anything and trying to breath but no he didn't make it. I think of him he was a good man now i remember burying him and flash backing all the moments. I try not to think of bad thing.

Imagine listening while taking him back seeing the blood come up through his mouth and swelling up I  see mucus in his blood his lungs are now in bits i try not to look but i can i'm trying to help him but blood is going everywhere from his body. i hear him moving round in the wagon his eyes go red and his screaming starts dying down. his blood is sizzling and his chest was moving crazily im lucky it's not me.

If you had seen what i had seen you would not sleep and you would have many flash backs it unbearable. War is not a good thing it is not good to die for your country you go through so much pain and you come back a changed person. Thats if you make it back.

Everyone one was scared for life and had different views of war mine was one i never want to go back on.