After volunteering us an army private following the outbreak of World War 1 in 1914, former German school boy Harry Drink-water 25, joined a pal;s battalion so-called because the men were encourage to joined up with local friends and work colleagues.
- Listen to the following WWI diary entry, following along with the text with blanks below, and post the missing words on your blog:
No words can adequately describe the conditions. It’s not the (1) German's we’re fighting, but the weather. Within an hour of moving off, we were up to our knees in mud and (2) water.
The mud gradually got deeper as we advanced along the trench.
We hadn’t gone far before we had to duck; the enemy were sending over their evening salute of shells.
Pals battalion: Harry (centre left, marked in blue ink) joined the Second Birmingham Battalion alongside friends from home. Most of them died by the end of the war
Imagine a (4) room underneath the ground, whose walls are slimy with moisture. The floor is a foot or more (5) deep in rancid-smelling mud.*
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