Goin' over

13th October, 1914

The order's been issued. We're going over. An' chances are we ain't comin' back. This is the biggest regret of my short life, I'm such a damn idiot. Those fast firer's the Jerry's have got will rip us to shreds. I won't see another sunrise, I know it. I just know it.

The damned High Command only just gave the order, and they seem so damn smug about it. They don't realise they're just sending one hundred men to their deaths. Or maybe they do. Maybe britain is ruled by slaughter mad animals. It doesn't matter anymore. I'll be damn suprised if we win this war. Looks so grim right now.

Not that I'll be there when the end comes. No, my body will probably lying about 50 feet from where I am right now. Or maybe it will be used as a stepping stone for muddy swamps. I know one thing for sure. I'm dead meat.

Benny died as soon as he was spotted by Germans, killed immediately by machine gun fire.