I’m ok for now, but I don’t know how long I can stay alive for, because of the amount of gas they release over here. All the dead body’s that are rotting and especially the rats that carry all that bacteria are making me sick down here in the trenches. All the propaganda out there, at home are lies. There is no glory.
The war is like a children’s game. We go over there and attack them, and then they come over here and attack us, back and forth and forth and back. I barely sleep at night because of all the bombs they send over here. It is nasty down here in the trenches, I have trench-foot and
I am surrounded by lice and rats. I even have to wear my helmet over my face to keep the rats from eating my face. It breaks my heart not knowing that I might not make it home. I miss you a lot. I will write back as soon as I get a chance to. Take care.
Love,
Jordan