Imaginative essay

Robert watched the rats as they scuttled around the dismal trench. He threw one out of the way as it sniffed around the ears of a sleeping soldier. He thought of Sarah. She had kept Robert strong for all the time he had spent in the trenches. He was fighting to keep his wife safe from the Germans and that thought had kept him going for almost seven months. For them it had been love at first sight. Her smile had lighted a thousand candles in his heart and even under the cover of the blackest night, lying in a rat-infested trench, her picture still gave him a sense of warmness that only she could offer him. He had been trying to sleep for hours. He had finished his duties and was exhausted. He shivered under his layers of blankets.
"Come on Rob," he whispered to himself, "get to sleep. If you're not alert tomorrow, you know what will happen to you." And he did know. He knew all too well for a man who was barely twenty. He had seen what happened to those who lost their vigilance and he j...