Newfoundland At Armageddon

“Let's rum up and take a deep breath. We're going over the top! It's my turn to climb the ladder. I'm out of the trench. I advance... feel my heart thumping in my head... Walk slowly as the General ordered... Stay in formation... My rifle is shaking in my hands. Christ! The Captain has gone under.”

Edward

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The second wave of attack – 1 July 1916

“Those damned Boches are still firing at us. Weren't they supposed to be dead? Christ! Our 2nd lieutenant is buzzed. There's a taste of blood in my mouth… and it's not mine. I'll tuck my chin in my collar and pretend I'm marching into a snowstorm. I'm not hearing anything, not explosions, not machine gun fire, nothing.”

Edward

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Blizzard of Bullets

“Bodies everywhere… Hanging on the barbed wire… I have to keep moving… through the bullets and the smoke. Argh…! Pain… I think I'm hit. There's no one left but Tom and me from our platoon. Just keep moving toward that hole in the barbed wire… almost there… just one more push… Everything is going black…”

Edward

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The Danger Tree