Every trench was originally built by soldiers with sandbags which were, I suppose, about 18 inches long and about a good foot wide. They were filled with ordinary soil and tied and put one on top of the other to make a wall, if a wall was wanted, or any other construction that wanted to be big enough to take a sentry looking over. They’d make a little platform right from the ground upwards, you see. And the funny thing was, what we used to laugh about, was at the end of… the beginning of every long trench was a name of a famous London street, every one of them had it. And if you come to a place where you turned round you had to call it Piccadilly Circus or something like that. But they all had their names, all the trenches did.

Whizzbang ☠︎︎

It's September 28, 1915, at least you think so, it's hard to focus on time... You're on a Railway transport and all you can hear is the chorus singing from your British fellows.

The Soldiers sing in a vocalist chorus to pass the time on one of the small train carts, it's too eerie for you. Knowing you're all just dead men, but that's just how the war works.

The soldiers singing: "Hush, here comes a whizzbang, Hush, here comes a whizzbang, Now, you soldier men, get down those stairs, Down in your dugouts and say your prayers. Hush, here comes a whizzbang, And it’s making straight for you, And you’ll see all the wonders of no-man’s-land, If a whizzbang hits you."

A few days later...

It's October 3rd, 1915... You wake up after a small nap in one of the small hollows dug out in the Trench you are stationed at, with soldiers prepping their M1911 or their Enfield Pattern P1914, it's all the same, it's a miracle you were able to sleep in this condition, one of the soldiers come over, looked no older than 19 and spoke to you

"Oi, y'know what the most feared sickness, lad? Trench Fever! Hah! Trench Fever! But you know what we all got? Trench Foot!"

His joke did not help your morale to be honest...