As I look beside me I see two men died, These trenches in front had a sandbag that we use for protection moreless offered little of protection as such thing called “shell fire.” Secondly, if one of your men get hit, since this mud is so thick, through the worst exception you can’t move.
During this war, food supplie was barely edible and having warm meal become no more than a fantasy, it was digusting. We used to have daily bread ration but was soon cut in April. As soldiers didnt strave but we hate the daily food nutions. "They were promised fresh meat and bread but the reality was often very different." The trenches had a fast breeding in rats which lead to an interminable problem. The rats would eat a large due of corpse, and leftover food. Living condition in here, is worsened in here we see our mates dying all the time, which gives me nightmares every night. Us men, would do anything to get sleep becuase we are so exhausted. Right now they’re calling me in, I hope you have a good cook dinner and please appreciate the ones you
love.