The Western Front: A Short Story

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Have you ever look forward to going somewhere and been really excited but not knowing what to expect? Fortunately I had this experience a few years ago. My experience changed my whole perception of the world around and the people who have lived before me. I suppose you are wondering what this life changing experience was. It was 2006, third year of school. I went on a history trip to the landmarks of world war1. This took me to a range of different places in France and Belgium. Cells and Shooting post at Poperinge, Vimey Ridge, the Somme, Lochnager crater, Ulster Tower, Ypers, Tyne Cot Cemetery, Langermark Cemetery, Mein Gate and Thiepval memorial. To get to France I had to take on a hell of a journey. Ten hours to Dover…show more content…
It was very striking for me to stand in a small damp, dark and dreary cell. With the knowledge that many men had spent there last night on earth waiting to get shot in the morning. It so incomparable how could one man knowingly sentence another man from his own side to die for simply being scared. I know I could never shot another man ever. Never mind the circumstances. I understand that during the first world war the term “shell shock” was unheard of but apart of me still thinks that shouldn’t the men have realised there was an adequate amount killing going on never mind them killing each other. This was only the first part of the trip and already I had strong feeling against even our part as a country in The Great…show more content…
You walk into it is dark cold and you can fell very bad vibes from the place. You walk in and see four very emotionless statue of four faceless men. It was very creepy. So when I seen a lovely bed of flower in the centre it made me fell a bit better. Then I found out that that small flower bed was called Kameraden Grab - comrades grave it held 44,234 unknown soldier most student volunteer that thought there were going on holiday. I felt so empty as I also knew that hardly any Germans visited there. I was glad that we held a minute silence as a mark of respect for the solider. One thing I learned on this trip was, it doesn’t matter what country the men severed for no one deserved to die in that way. No solider was in the wrong during the war they were all fighting for a common causes there lives and a dream. This trip really opened my eyes to the extent of the loss during the first world war. One day I will go back and pay my respects again to the me who died and when I have children I will take them there to. To show them these brave men that fought for us and gave us the life we know and love. I will never forget this trip. I hope these men are never
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