I stood there biting my nails in the freezing days of January 1917, when suddenly my past flashes before my eyes. As I stand in an empty field I can remember all the bullets hitting other people, but never me. The aftermath of a long day of horror, it is just too hard to take. Every night I cannot get a blink of sleep as I know more brothers in arms will die when the day begins. As I prepare for another deadly battle I realise that today is the day … today is the day that I will DIE! However I push on and I come across the same bland, empty, flat land which has become my temporary home and could be the place where I die. Back at my home it is full of hilly land and valleys that’s where I’d rather die. The battle begins bodies drop like flies with the bullet churning up their insides and then down | go……