Village Murder. A WW1 tragic

[Warluster]

Village Murder
1915 Western Front



Name: John Thompson Age: 16
Nationality: Australian Occupation: Soldier Born: 1899-1956

The mud at his feet, the lice crawling over him sinking fangs, shells landing. He looked over the trench wall at the village. There is where they had to get. But he looked at the battalion moving out now; they went over the top… and were slaughtered. Limbs were shot off, men turned into bloody pulps. All day their was the sound of dying men. Finally some said “I’m getting them”

Them must mean the people on the battlefield. He went over … “I’m nearly there, uhh!” straight in the head. “Let’s get ready!!” yelled an officer. The whistle blew and over they went into hell. Bullets flying, Men disappearing and dirt raining. When they reached the trench there was only 500 out of 4000 remaining. They got out their and totally cut up the enemy. Having to step over their fallen comrades, they went into the village. John just sat down and cried, cried for his friends, the civilians and the sights.

As the week went on some wondered where the rest of army was. Rumor came, mutiny talk came, but there was nowhere to go. “where we going?!” he yelled over the battle. “How am I supposed to Know!” But he went down barely after the sentence was finished. They were on the brink of surrendering when they were relieved. One great battle to change all…


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