http://jelly.b3ta.com/questions/shitstories2/post135643 For seven months Newtie was stationed at a point know as âshake hand alleyâ. It was called this because the apposing trenches were so close that it felt like you could almost shake hands with your enemy. Being this close was, of course, incredibly dangerous. Tunnels were being constantly dug and filled with explosives, Snipers had it very easy and there were constant raids to each trench. A man serving in shake hand alley was a man walking with death. The men knew this. The constant reminder of death made them search for ways to lighten up the mood. One of the favorites was the Germapult. The Germapult was a large wooden catapult which had been built by the many carpenters out of spare wood from the trench walls. Over the years it had been there some men had become expert marksman with it. My Great Granddad admitted that the Germapult was about as lethal as cotton wool, but, nothing boosted morale more than knocking off a German officerâs hat with a dead rat. Anything that could be used as ammo was; Rats â dunked in lamp oil, set alight and flung Legs, arms, heads of fallen Germans. Cups of piss (left to ferment over summer) Letters tied to rocks with lovely messages like âfuck offâ And, of course, SHIT. Lots of British shit.