Suppose you are a doughboy in France in 1917-1918.Describe the substance of your

Question: Suppose you are a doughboy in France in 1917-1918!.Describe the substance of your existence!.!?

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As an American sent 'over there' you were young & ambitious and ready to fight!. The horror of the trenches was a jarring experience!. A world of Mud Lice Vermin - - - treches & bunkers hacked into the soil of France!. Yet you were optimistic doing your best to ignore the stench of death & decay the miasma of thousands of unwashed bodies, many of your companions were French soldiers their breath & pores of their bodies oozing with the garlic that they chewed like you chewed chewing gum!. As a soldier your World was one of boredom interspersed with stark maddening terror!.
At first there was the anticipation of combat!. Your officers explaining the objective of tomorrows attack!. Then hours spent awaiting the order to go 'over the top!.' You endured several hours of ear popping artillery fire; older veterans explained the importance of plugging up your ears but still the constant gunfire made your head throb!. When the big guns ceased firing the sudden silence was almost as unbearable!. You have grown accustomed to piddling in your uniform, the warm trickle down your leg is almost comforting!.
You check your rifle and ready supply of amminition!. A seargent comes by to check on you, perhaps reasurring you more likely harrasing you, you are a green kid he is a veteran, he cuffs you alongside the head then moves on to the next soldier!.
A whistle blast, an Officer shouts, as one you and thousands of others scramble up ladders and out of the trench, 'over the top!.' You are entering no man's land - - - several hundred yards of craters & carcases of horses and bones & body parts unclaimed from earlier efforts at storming the enemy trenches!. Despite the artilllery barrage the enemy machine guns open up, laying down a withering fire - - - yet you charge forward, fatalistic, young enough to imagine you are invuknerable, you ignore the man next to you ripped in two by bullets or the other man whose faces seems to explode with gore brains blood!. You charge the enemy machine gun with your single shot Springfield rifle!. Somehow you have made it, you are stumbling over an enemy machine gun nest, there is no time to reload, you yield your rifle like a club, smashing the rifle butt into a German face, a savage madness drives you forward!.

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