What was life like in the war? by Renee

From my trench I can see a flowing river of rosy red blood from the soldiers that have been wounded or killed. I'm surrounded by the smell of stinky gross dead bodies in the muddy,  wet,brown ground. The only thing I can hear is the loud noise of gunshots from the turks polished charcoal guns. Up above me I can see a tower of rocky cliffs. There is no where to hide!