Gallipoli by Adam

In the trench I can see the rocky wall with shiny ruby blood smeared on it.
It feels muddy, dusty and dirty.
The smell of dead rotten people fills my nostrils. 
Very loud shouting and screaming echoes through the walls of the trenches.
Loud screams of bullets rain over the battle field.
In the trench I can feel  mud, sweat and blood and I can feel my feet rotting in my shoes.
In the trench I feel cramped and squished.