Into No Man's Land we go

Filth, sweat covering my face, the wretched smells of urine, blood, sick and B.O. We sang songs, played cards and I even won an earwig race. Nothing could quell the distraught feeling I had because today “Fritz” hurled smoke bombs at us and at that moment then, the Lieutenant Major gave orders.

As the smoke cleared the next day we were told we had to go over the top, “FIX BAYONETS!” came the shout, trembling and petrified everyone around me new most of us will not live to tell the tale of the nightmare; the Battle of the Somme.