Dear Family,
It is the 5th of November, 1917. We are dealing with the reality of the oncoming winter here in France. To give you a better understanding of my life, I will share what life is like on a daily basis living here in the trench. I also will try to depict what it is like when I go into battle. Life in the trench is horrible. The trench is infested by rats and cockroaches. When we are sleeping rats crawl next to us and sometimes bite us and infect us. They would also infect our food. Don’t even let me talk about the blisters I have on my feet. Water is always getting to our knees because of the rain. All my extra pairs of socks got cut and now I only have one more. Sometimes I can’t even walk due to the pain I have on my feet. I’m so tired and I feel so dirty. I’d like to escape from this life and come back to you. The worse thing that happens is the time when battles start. Dead bodies are all around you. Once you are on the battlefield you are on your own, you can’t even heat what people saying because of all the noise the guns and grenades are making. I remember the day a grenade exploded in front of me and people flying in the sky. Another weapon that I fear in the battlefield is the machine gun. One day I was behind this soldier that was shot by a machine gun his body was full of holes, but the thing that would scare you to death is the idea of someone with a Flamethrower approaching the trench. He can burn into ashes the whole trench in seconds.
Love YOU,
AchTheFach
Ps: If I die accept it.
