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The Great War
The trenches were terrifying. Machine gun fire erupted
whenever a soldier allowed his head or weapon to appear above the trench.
Even more terrifying were the large artillery guns that launched shells
from behind the trenches. One soldier described the shelling as being
inside a thunderclap. He said it was the only noise you felt with your
entire body. The soldiers had more to fear than bullets and shells. The
Great War marked the beginning of the use of chemical Heavy rain made the trenches even more hazardous. Thousands of soldiers drowned; many more were wounded as they fell in the mud. It was not uncommon for a soldier to stand many days in parasite-filled water as high as his chest. One result of this was a disease called trench foot. Many soldiers had to have their feet or arms amputated because of standing in the water-filled trenches. In pervious wars, soldiers met on a battlefield and carried
off their dead after the fighting ended, but trench warfare in the Great
War was different. Wounded soldiers could often not be rescued. Dead bodies
from both sides of the conflict became part of the landscape. The decomposing
bodies attracted rats, which sometimes grew High above the trenches another even more deadly war took place in the skies above Europe. The average life expectancy of a new pilot was between three and six weeks, but American recruiters managed to build an air force of more than 200,000 men. There were several reasons why many young men risked their
lives as pilots in the Great War. The pilots had more control over their
lives than regular soldiers. A soldier in the trenches might be killed
by a bullet or shell without warning, but an agile flying “ace”
had a good chance of staying alive. Air battles were quick and decisive,
unlike life in the muddy trenches. Above all, the flying “aces”
were glamorous. After their missions, they returned to their air bases
far from the enemy lines. As one American soldier wrote from the trenches,
“The glamour boys are sleeping on real beds with pillows and sheets,
while we wallow in the lice and vermin. I don’t begrudge them their
due—I’m simply jealous as hell.” |
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