This is my RPG: A Soldiers story, it is of a sopldier in the first world war and i hope you enjoy it although it is a little short:

First Day:
Today Sir got a order from superior officers to move into enemy lines, although he didn’t agree with the orders he had to follow them and to our dismay we are leaving the allied ranks tomorrow to set on what is sure to be the most dangerous move of the war. I hope I’ll write in this diary again.

Second Day:
We set off at daybreak once more I can feel my heart beating in my chest still as I think about it, We moved along the allied ranks and then in minutes we found ourselves in the countryside the guns shots in the distance behind us, but it wasn’t the lush green country side that I was used to back in England but a boggy waste land covered with sloppy mud as sticky as treacle tart and as wet as a fresh cow pat. We were running low on water towards the end of the day but thankfully we found a fresh running stream filled with pike so we had fish for supper this is the first fish I’ve had all war since the rations I bought with me, this was a treat indeed. But now I lay my pen to rest in thinking of what tomorrow will bring.

Third Day:
This morning we walked for a further two hours until we found a old Boche dug out we were not sure whether it had been occupied in a while as there was no sign of life, this was of some comfort but I get the feeling the corpses of the last occupants are concealed in the walls. Thankfully Sir said we could rest for the day and that as this was dry we would camp out here but always keep a sentry on guard soon it’ll be my turn and I’ll now end this entry.

Fourth Day:
I woke with a start at first I was dazed but then a sound of a whizz-bang confirmed my thoughts. We were being bombed. Sir was shouting something about they had found us and incoming artillery fire and told us to get up and get our kit on quick so when he gave the order we were ready to scarper but a blast from the roof stopped that as lots of slush and scummy mud came dripping down the stairs making them impossible to climb. Another loud bang and the roof juddered if it kept on like this the roof wasn’t going to last too long. Another blast and even more mud came into the dugout if we didn’t get out soon we were going to drown.
A blast so loud it could have popped our eardrums had we been any closer sounded from the entrance of the dugout even more mud came down the steps and with it the sentries’ body and rifle. His body sank into the mud Sir pulled him out and as I thinking he was lucky to be dead he shouted “Sir I’m BLIND I can’t see!” these words sank into my heart and I felt remorse like no other towards this man. His eyes were huge and bulging as though they were going to explode and splatter us all with the gory contents of the lids. Sir held a match to his lids and said that if he could see even the least blurred speck of light his eyes would eventually heal. But he couldn’t.
Sir sent a scout to get a stretcher as the fire was easing off after the direct hit. When the scout returned the fire had ceased and as we lifted him on to the stretcher he suddenly said Sir I can see you light but it had been long put out. I feel sorry for the parents of the man and I will forever be in his debt as he died to save all of our platoons lives.

Nice format, a few grammatical errors though.

Fair enough but what o you think of the actual story line? and should i write another WW1 story?

Andy.

The problem i find with RP's set in the past is that you cant suddenly whack in a new type of tank or weapon, but i think you should carry it on it seems quite good.

I see what your saying, any idea for a new mission or something as i'm lost for ideas?

Andy.