I wake to the sounds of incessant shell fire. I've only had a few hours sleep. I'm barely ready to start the day. The rest of my platoon has been wakened. We all know what's coming next. The enemy forces are advancing. I can already hear the machine guns starting to fire. I'm fixing my bayonet and loading my bullets, ready to start fighting back. Me and the rest of my platoon start to return fire, but it seems to me that they are advancing faster than lightening. I shoot my first enemy I show no remorse, no sympathy, nothing! Eventually our machine guns push the enemy back. All I can think is this is just the start of another day.

Later on at about noon we received our supplies. I had porridge than a drink of water. I stare out into no mans land thinking it is like a hell on earth. Then suddenly I can hear the machine guns starting to fire again. I grab my gun. I stand up and start to fire rapidly. After a few hours of fighting we start to see signs that the enemy are pulling back. Then suddenly, the green gas starts to fill the air. I grab my gas mask, strap it on and lower my head into the trench. It feels like the gas will never pass.

Hours later I can see the darkness creeping over. I lie back and look at the dark sky. I start to feel the pouring rain hitting my face. I can hear the thu8nder echoing. At about 7 o'clock I had tea and a hard biscuit. A few hours after that I lie my head down and try to get some rest because I know that in a few hours I'll have to get up and do this all over again.