Its 7.30am . Dawn has broken, I only got about two and a half hours sleep. I am very tired, freezing cold and soaking wet. Today feels like a bad day already. We still have had no breakfast and some people's feet are starting to swell. Eventually breakfast is here.

“Lucky today, porridge” said sergeant Donnelly.

We hadn't had porridge in a week. I took a spoonful, it tastes very watery.

“We have to make do with what we have”, Craig said to me.

Craig always looks at things in a positive way.

It came to 11.00am still nothing had happened- just the sound of gun fire and a couple of bombs going of.

“AAAHHH”

I jumped up and ran towards the scream. It seemed the faster I ran the quieter it was. I reached the scream, it was the sergeant from the next trench, with only one leg and blood everywhere. Shortly afterwards we got him to a near by small infirmary. I opened the door and all I could see was rows of injured men, some with bullet wounds, some with loss of body parts and others covered up because they were dead.

It is now 8.00pm , I've missed my dinner, maybe someone left me some.

“well he'll be ok” said a nurse. “he will be sent home in a week”.

It is now dark I am walking back to the trench. The next thing I knew my arm was pounding like a drum beat.

I'm falling.

Everything is as dark as a blackout. I wake up and look at the time – it's 12.00pm . I asked the nurse the date.

“11 th of November” she replied.

The guns are silent.

By Daniel Greig 2B2