I hear ‘ya. I can’t imagine the misery of living like that for months on end, with no end in sight. The pictures can’t possible convey how wretched it must’ve been. I think you’d almost want to die, rather than go on another minute.
POSSIBLY! :-(
I have a book written by a survivor of the Great War (“Over The Top”, Arthur Guy Emepey - 1917) that does a good job of describing life in the trenches. It seems it was continual wet, mud and fleas. This became the norm.
It’s hard to imagine today.
The boredom and misery was only broken by horrific bombardments, attacks and counterattacks, none that seemed to accomplish much but add to the casualty lists.