Ww1 Diary Entry Act 1

My Dear Elizabeth.

The legion along with I have reached the field near Ypres, Belgium. It has been too long since I have seen you. The moment we stepped on forsaken land, the world blew up in flames and we all had to start our duty to our country. Some have continued to serve, and some have not. A comrade I met at the main camp perished as the first shell hit the ground along with countless others. When we came to relieve the New Zealand and Australian troops we saw a glimpse into out future. We must not swerve, but sometimes the temptation is too great. It is as if I am in eternal battle with myself. To continue to follow in my fathers footsteps and be a hero to my children or to distance myself from this eternal hell. All my friends have either fallen or been injured and it seems as though all hope is lost. However, I remember you and our children and continue to fight.
The trenches are brimming with water and our boots are soaked. The trenches are full with vermin, and many of the ashes of the fallen have been pushed aside, and though it haunts me to open my eyes and see the dead staring back, there is nothing I can do. I have decided to shave my head due to the lice but I am afraid I must wash properly once I come home still. We get about the same rations as we got in Canada but there is no place around here where you can buy any extras or get some fried eggs. The people are rationed here and a soldier is not even allowed to buy bread from them. Food in the trenches for the soldiers is known as a luxury. Very rarely is hot food prepared for the soldiers when a battle is on going. However food is easily accessible when war is at stand-down. Life for the Triple Entente is very deprived compared to the contrasting life of the Triple