We travelled to the trenches on trains. We were shipped over from England and got trains from the port that we arrived at. The land was completely desroyed. There were potholes everywhere and the air was about 80% gunpowder fumes. The trenches lay ahead of us and we couldn't even begin to imagine where they ended. They stretched on for as far as the eye could see, and further. We could see the german pelting our men with shells and bullets and we could see our guys pelting them back.
The first time i ever saw someone die was on that journey. A stray bullet came towards the train and hit the driver in the head. He collapsed and the train was swept off the track and flipped over and over. We were battered like smarties in a tube.
We stood up about 300 metres away from the tracks but amazingly njo-one was killed or even hurt. Although we were all shocked and scared (particuarly Sam).
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