October
29th 1915
I have just arrived in France. There are not many soldiers here.
Everyone tells me that the German soldiers keep killing ours; I feel kind of
scared now.
On the boat, on the way here, I met a kind guy named Charman. We
were both terrified and excited. Our sergeant is Sergeant Lightning, who is a
bit more terrifying than death.
I hope we will have a good place to sleep in. Sometimes I think
it will never be like I think it’s going to be. I hope I will go home soon. It
is terrifying here.
-Squirt
November 1st 1915
The sky has been a dark shadow for as long as I can remember; I
don’t even think I can remember when it started. At night, crouching in a ball,
I remember the great times I had in the British summers. Last summer I ate ice
cream with my family; I really wish they were with me right now. Now I can only
taste my disgusting breath in my mouth.
Charman is developing trench foot. Each day it is getting worse
and worse. When he takes off his shoe you can see his slimy rotten foot
falling apart. I don’t think he will survive much longer.
-Squirt
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