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This is it. The time has come. My final hour. I miss my mum. I'm at the front. I heard some shots. I'm feeling scared. I miss mum lots. If I make it I'll make mum proud. The shells are close now. The shells are loud. I'm ready to go To Jump over the top. I cannot hear. My ears went pop. I look to the left they tell me go. I should have been honest and let them know. I'm just a kid the youngest around. I don't want to go but I'm duty bound. For king and country I'll go over the top. In no mans land I will not drop.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Trench boy
This is it. The time has come. My final hour. I miss my mum. I'm at the front. I heard some shots. I'm feeling scared. I miss mum lots. If I make it I'll make mum proud. The shells are close now. The shells are loud. I'm ready to go To Jump over the top. I cannot hear. My ears went pop. I look to the left they tell me go. I should have been honest and let them know. I'm just a kid the youngest around. I don't want to go but I'm duty bound. For king and country I'll go over the top. In no mans land I will not drop.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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