Newfoundland At Armageddon

“Almost at the barbed wire. I'm not sure I'll make it. So many bodies blocking the entrance. I'm scared shitless! Ahhh! My leg! It hurts really bad! I have to go back to our trench. I can't stand on my left leg. I'm sinking into the mud. Damn! It hurts like hell.”

Thomas

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Dying at the Barbed Wire – 1 July 1916

“I'm crawling in the mud. Will is here to help me. Quick! We have to return to our trench. I move slowly, supported by him, my leg dragging along. Will? Can you hear me? Damn. I can't feel his pulse. I'm so scared. I'll play dead until nightfall. That's my only chance of survival.”

Thomas

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The Silver triangles

“At last... Darkness... I am so thirsty. I must try to crawl back to our trench now. Which way should I go. Can't make a mistake. There's noise over there. What's that hand on me? I should hold my breath. Oh, it's James whispering in my ear. He's putting me on a stretcher. I'm saved!”

Thomas

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Waiting for Rescue