My Week in Hell. (In The Countryside)

One Monday in 1915 I awoke to find myself laying in the countryside. But how could this be,I thought? The previous day I could remember I had gone to my job at Peter Jones store as usual and done my job. I was an assistant in the dispatch departmentand lived nearby in Sloane Square so I could not think how I got to the countryside.
The next thing I heard were people shouting and yelling Attention On your Feet. Quick the train is coming. I did not know at the time but the train they were talking about was to the frontline. I can now recall why I was here, it was the first world war and I had been called up to fight. The place where I was called Ypres and we had been there for two weeks. Yes it is all coming back to me now, how I was called up and been trained for many weeks, then sent to France with many others. As I moved to get to my feet a shell burst alongside me knocking me off my feet and injuring many others. There were bullets flying everywhere,I was sure the next one would have my name on it.
The same day we managed to survive, there had been about a thousand men killed or lost.The ones who were missing probably had been blown to pieces or lost in the mud or drowned in a waterfilled shellhole. As the day proceeded it was starting to get dark again, another night where I could imagine I was in the English countryside.