Guided Writing

Here is my original piece of writing on the theme of 'Dulce Et Decorum Est'   By Wilfred Owen 

THE WAR

Can't even stand up properly Trying to drag of heavy wet boots through the mud carrying all our gear. Feeling like my Eyelids have weights on them.With all our smiles have disappeared

Trying to get away from the Frontline Tripping over myself Crawling on our Ground trying to get back  I feel Death my Ears are throbbing with pain from all the noise. Heart still pounding from all the gunshots surrounding.

Can't even think right. I don't think anyone else can as well looking around see people with cuts bruises, People with one Boot looking as if they’re drunk wobbling around . Its painful just walking I feel like snail. Cant even hear the Bomb shells that are surrounding but try to run if we do. Heaps of people are just dying of exhaustion Low on Water and food. Wish I was home   

Everything gone Blank with Gas Surrounding Trying to shout with my voice mainly all gone   ‘‘Gas Hurry Get out Quick Run !’’ Over and Over Until My voice was all gone

With the rest of my energy I drop to the ground dig through my bag I find my Gas mask I secure it on but while I was doing that all I could here was the screech and scream of the man beside to slow to find to get his gas mask and the gas getting into his lungs. We had been Training for this I thought to myself

It feels like we are surrounded by thick green clouds. Can't see anyone as we try to scramble out

Seeing my Conrad running toward me, coughing badly, Is making me feel sick.Thinking that he has got some gas In his lung and hes going to die

I helped carry a man to the wagon, he was slowly dieing I could tell he was shaking with his eyes Blood dripping everywhere  I shock I feel really sorry It makes me feel bad for all those who are trying to help but then die. I put him up on the wagon with all the others that a suffering. Imagine yourself carrying a dying man to a wagon feeling helpless.

Also Imagine yourself walking By the wagon seeing your friends dying with  every Jolt, Bump or a stone in the road  the wagon goes over. Forces Blood up from there  lungs which slowly turns into mucus that stops them from breathing and the Dying   blood every where In the the wagon. Hearing them all suffer

I never knew that it was going to be like this I thought it was going to be very different. Its not fun at all watching your friends Die in front of you. The Noise of the gun shots and Bombs having to leave others behind. Plain Boring food, Limited water  After hearing this I don't think you would want to do it for you country.