Thursday, 30 April 2015
The Revolting Death Of Daniel Feeter
The Revolting Death Of Daniel Fetter
I am so exhausted I can't stand up straight I am feeling sick with chest complaints and coughing and very bored covered in thick slimy mud
I am trying to march away from the front line back to safety and some rest
I leave the bursting shells and the flares behind
they appear too tired to think or see where they are marching they the boots are big and there feet have cuts in and it hurts when they walk there so tired they look half dead they act if though they were drunk by staggering and swaying and a bit confused they don't even hear the fall of the gas shells behind them
emergency I suddenly realize that me and my men are surrounded by poisonous gas I shout a warning to my them
even though we are all exhausted we use all the speed we can to musta and put on the gas mask most of us put it on but Daniel is to slow he cries out in pain as the gas gets out into his lungs
the gas is thick now a greenish pea soup color it is difficult to see your comrades through these ghastly clouds of smoke
you will never forget seeing your ugly conrad daniel rushing towards you in the gas you feel holes in this situation he cough as the gas gets in his lugs you no hes going to die
I are so disgusted what i see and hear imagine what you would feel like if you were behind the wagon and had to carry the victim you can see his face screwing up and turning purple he is starting to pass out he tells you to let his wife and children know he is dead he then passes out it is very sad
Imagine that you are driving and listening to the dying man cough and his lungs are turning into blood and mucus you look back in horror and then you vomit out the window of the wagon you are scared for life at the sight of the passed out man cough up that yucky blood and mucus disgusting
If you had experienced what i had described like the frothing mouth full of blood and mucus pouring out at every bump and turn you would never want to say again that it is fantastic for you to die for your country in war its not nice infact it is really appalling and disgusting thing to think about
Inspired by Dulce et decorum est by wilfred owen 1893 - 1918
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