Life in a trench

This is a letter about the life of a soldier living in a muddy trench for 5 months.

Dear Diary,
I have been through a lot, I know and have  lost some dear friends along the way. Locked away in this muddy dugout for almost what feels like a year,I feel quite strained out, constantly hungry , but the continuity of boredom still bothers me a lot. Our army clothes still soaking wet and baggy from last month, my clothes have got worn, patched and reallhy muddy. Firing with our machine guns, I do still feel sorry for those who are dying on the other side.The polluted air always keeps me constantly choking up dust- wait for it- a string of severe breathing problems. As long as I am alive, I do think that I am somewhat here. I have experienced the sheer horror of seeing with my very own eyes people diseased with 'trench-foot' at the start of the year and many sadly dying or luckily being taken back to Britain. I wish that I could shoot myself in the foot, but I think I am not that brave to do that and I absolutely wouldn't want to leave the friends I had made here. One thing that has made me to quite determined and eager to go on, is the prospect of seeing my country win the war successfully and being the one right there through to the end to have done it. Trailing through maze after maze of endless trenches my legs do feel frail but I think I have got used to it now. In the army , we are pressured not to show any emotion, which is a very difficult thing for me to do. First time I saw a friend shot in the leg with a huge artillery shell I burst into tears ,and wouldn't dare leave that place. After ages of being here, I feel as if I have got used to see scores of fellow soldiers getting shot every day and their bloody corpses bringing a vivd memory in my head making my eyes swell up. In the situation here, I think I've learned a valuable thing and that is to have gratitude for the things you have. I am often jealous about the way the German trenches are well built and a wave of envy does wash over me , but hey who knew that we would get stuck in this horrid, war-torn place or so long? I know whining doesn't change a thing , but it seems like I've got nothing left to do. Doing the same routine again and again makes me wonder if this is waht life is for, and makes me wish that I would be better off in Britain living with my family. Another thing I realy hate are the food rations we get here. Dried or boring canned food fills up our stomachs everyday. As nutrtious as they ight be, it seems as if even food cant brighten up our day. A lot of my fellow soldiers have unfortunately got lice which is a huge frustration for them right now. Lucky as I am , I am quite glad to ahve not got it, ao I might as well be thankful for that. But the one thing that is missing from my life of boredom is my family. I know I grasp them in my thoughts but these are not quite enough. I think of you everyday and I hoped that I could've seen the future when I gladly wanted to go into war and smash up the Germans.But now, it seems as if I have to fight for my life everyday. I guess the reason I am still alive is becaus eof the way I miracously escaped the stench of the cloudy yellow gas those Germans busted our way This is a very horrible killer, poisoning the lining of the lungsand destroying the tissue. We have unfortunately lost many well-trained soldiers to this extreme killer and our lieutenant has planned to use a gas attack against those Germans. Theses handy so-called gas masks help us to avoid taking in the choking gas and therefore has saved scores of lives. I just wish that there was world peace but I guess that wouldn't possibly happen. After all , it was us humans who started this Great War and us who should probably end it. So i guess it is up to us

Yours faithfully,
The Soldier

Author's Note

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