The trenches were filled with mud and rats, artillery fire could be heard in the distance while the screams of agony swept over No Man's Land like a plague. Hour after hour more people died. Bodies hung from barbed wire, still corpse laid across the once beautiful landscape but has now been torn into a hellish wasteland.
Bailey whistled and yelled, "LINE UP FOR INSPECTIONS!" Everyone ran up along the trench and stood at attention. Bailey made his way over to the first person in line. A rather short and chubby looking owl named Oswald.
"This uniform is torn to pieces." He hit the owl over the head, "Bloody hell Oswald! Go to your bunk and fix this!" The owl nodded his head and ran off. Bailey stood over another soldier, a tall shepherd with brown beady eyes, "**censor**' hell! Your rifle has **censor** mud in it! If the Huns don't kill you it'll be this damn rifle! CLEAN IT OUT!" The shepherd ran off.
Bailey whipped his head and sighed, "God damn chaps. This has been one long day..." He cleared his thought and spoke again, "Inspections is almost done." He then moved to the next person,
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