A solider's song

*I wanna be in on this, but if I can't that's ok*

Name: Brian Dempsey

Nationality: Irish

Appearance: Bright blue eyes, crew cut hair, stubble, built like the butt of a tree.

Personality: Kind in nature, but resentful of having to fight for the British army, so appears angry.

*Oh, and I figured he could start as one of the men the survivors think has gone down. He's shot, but not dead.*

ohh is it to late to join? if it is just let me know. hey can i be a girl? you know like GI Jane?

Name: Marissa Taylor

Age: 18

Race: irish-with a little bit of scottish mixed in.

Appearance: Had long blondish-brown hair before she cropped it short. Has deep emerald eyes. atheltic

History: Has 5 brothers. She is teh only girl in the family. Grew up having to fight her brothers for reasons unknown. Decided to join the army just to prove she was tough...and to piss her brothers off.

other: *shrugs* you know the deal.

Question, what year of the war is this in?

*Oi! Hey do we get breaks and stuff like shifts? Were we switch out soldiers or were we find like abandoned houses?*

Jasse Sterling-

She pulled her head just high enough above the trench and grabbed her gun. A bullet whizzed by her head, and created a ringing noise that pierced her ear as she shot out at a soldier.

(Yesenya Angel Ramon)

With everyone moving on the ground, mud everywhere. Guns, bodies, empty shells. I had dislocated my fingers when I had tried to cover one of my fellow friends. I aimed the gun at the enemy and pulled the trigger.

I smiled, "Perfect shot." I said, and just when I thought things couldn't get any better a bulet tore right through my shoulder. I cried out in pain and fell down. Everything was so frantic, everything happening so fast. I blinked tears coming in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry, no matter how much pain consumed me....

I'm not sure, I'm all for feminism but the character's are solider's in WWI.

Ted looked through his scope and groaned.
The germans were putting on Gas masks and were pulling out a crate.
" THEY GOT GAS!" Ted yelled and quickly on a gas mask himself.
He then begun to run across No man's land. He Quickly ducked behind a tree and peeked around the corner.
A German was charging up the hill. Ted quickly snapped back his rifle and hit the passing german with his rifle in the head.

" Get those Western Scum!" Ted yelled in a german tounge as he went through the german trench's to the gas crate's.
He straighten his helmet and then found the gas crates.
He putted a real grenade into one of the crates and quickly ran away.
The crate's exploded, Releasing gas all over the unprotected germans.

Wahh. Ok.

I'll answer the questions and then resume the story.

1. I think I should put my foot down on this one. The solider's are men.

2.The cut-off date for being in, should be in two days time- wednesday 9.00am GMT.

3.Yes- there will be plently of time for exploring because the way the ranks worked in the shifts in WWI was in cycles; for example of our company worked for seven days they would get 2 days rest in a french farm house whilst another company took our place.

4. The year is 1915. We are in West Outre, France.

* So we can't be girls even if the army didn't 'relize'?* *

*What's to happen to my character?*

*I'm going to assume for now that all the girls are pretending to be men - the army wouldn't have let them in otherwise, although it did happen from time to time. I'm not sure about World War One, but there were definitely wars that it happened in.*

Dylan MacKenzie

Dylan shivered: gas. That was the one thing he hated most about this war. You could barely see it, but he'd seen people die horribly because of it. He had no intention of joining them. He pulled his gas mask on, the world going green through the glass over his eyes. Through the green, he could see one soldier climbing out of the trench and running across no man's land. War really did turn men into madmen.

He frowned as the soldier managed to blow up the German gas crates - how could they be paying so little attention? In any case, it would mean they'd get a bit of a break before the wind blew away the gas and anyone could start contesting the trench. He put his rifle to his shoulder, letting off a few shots at Germans who had been lucky enough to be wearing gas masks at the time.

A low groan captured his attention - someone had been hit. Dylan jogged over to them and crouched down to inspect the damage. A bullet had torn through his shoulder, and he wasn't looking too good. Dylan caught a medic's eye and gestured him over, before calling out to one of the officers, "How long do we have off, sir?"

ambercoultis- Yours will be the only exception.

Ted runned across No mans land and then suddenly realized...He is still wearing the german uniform!

A bullet whizzed past his ear and Ted quickly hit the ground.
" Christ..." Ted whispered and yelled at the top of his lungs," I'm Allie! I'm a Allie! DON'T SHOOT!"
Ted then felt like he should have just shot himself. He was yelling at a man who probably doesn't even hear him and has just made him a perfect target for the Axis.
And sure enough, They began to fire at him.
Ted Quickly tore off his german coat and revealed the Polish Army Uniform. He quickly got up and began to run faster then before.
Bullets were heading to him in every direction. But managed to run away from the fire and into his own trench's.
" HEY!" The man that was firing at him yelled and got back into the trench and pulled out his knife.
Ted quickly punched the man and he fell to the ground.
" YEAH?" He yelled at the man and grabbed the man's rifle.

Ghostwriter- Have you seen the panist? Anway, I'll continue!

Ted sped on down the rancid carpet of rotting bodies and food that covered the groud of the trench. He was so light-headed that tiny lights were popping in front of his eyes. Suddenly he was grabbed by Brain Dempsy.

"Traitor! I just saw him kill one of our men!"

**"One of the Highland regiments went over the top in its first battle behind forty kilted bagpipers, skirling away for all they were worth— at machine guns"
-Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun**

this was an anti-war novel, written about WWI, and i think it is a good read, especially if one is writing about WWI, anyways, this was the line that stuck with me most.***


McGannon:

He heard the call for gas, and the retreat, or cover into the trenches, but being too far into the No-man's land, he was stranded, bullets had mostly ceased, but there was a sense of dread, for hiding in a foxhole like this, he was safe from the machine guns, but not from the gas, which sinks toward the gas, but if he were to rise from the foxhole, he would be shot down before he took three steps.

As if he his prayers had been answered, he was suddenly delivered by the pounding of allied artillery against the enemy trenches, Taking up a dead german on his back, he ran from the foxhole, using the body as cover, he could hear bullets hitting the corpse, but so far, none had hit him.

Then a stray bullet grazed his leg, and he stumbled. but kept going.

*What I'm getting kinda confused...*

German fired on her as though they had all the ammo in the world. She went down, not wanting terrible bad to be shoot. One grazed her ringing ear and blood spattered on her shirt.

"S***!" She muttered holding her hand to her ear. She looked around. One soldier was looking a bit light headed. She kneeled there. Looking around as she took time to wipe the wound and tare a piece of cloth from her shirt.

She raised er head and went back firing like crazy ta them. This was fun.* *