I’d heard of trenches but never seen one before. There’s miles and miles of them. They stink and are really deep. Yesterday I, together with the other chaps, arrived to the line near Armentiéres. We had never been anywhere outside London, except for one, who once had visited his aunt in Oxford. We had been happy and excited, excited for all the new stuff we were about to experience and for getting the honor to fight for our country. But all that already seemed far, far away now.
Thursday, 7th of December
The first one of my mates was killed today. Will was shot in the eye whilst shooting at flashes from enemy snipers. He died a couple hours later. God bless his soul.
Wednesday, 20th of December
It poured with rain all day. The water was all the way to knee dept, I dropped my blanket and fur coat in the water. Slipped and got soaked all the way up to my waist. I’ve lost count of how many of my friends who has passed away, it’s a horrible feeling getting used to death. I don’t know if i believe they’re in a better place now, but i do hope so.
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