Life in trenches was horrifying. Soldiers would have to live in unsanitary places filled with rats, along with the constant stress and fear of being assaulted or contracting a fatal illness. Furthermore, going out of the trench was not an option, as enemy soldiers would gun you down in a matter of seconds. If I was a soldier living in a trench, I would try to deal with the stress by attempting to maintain a friendly relationship with everyone. When I’m laughing and conversing, I tend to forget things very easily, especially negative things. Being a soldier in the trench would make me detest my role, despite the fact that I’m serving the country. I would be infuriated at how the superiors cannot think of a better way of warfare. Why be in such a high position if all they can think of is simple trenches for soldiers to take cover in? If mustard gas rolled in, we would all be doomed. Therefore, my sense of duty would crumble, though I would still stick to it due to the fact I have nowhere to go. If I survived… well… who knows? I may have a little of Post-Traumatic Stress (PTS), but all I know is that my personality would become more pessimistic, and I would question even more the rationality of mankind, and more specifically, the ones in power.
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