I miss you very much mother. It is awful here I wish I had never sign up
We arrived at the frontline just a week ago and the smell was so bad that many of the men were sick, to describe the smell would be an impossible task but some of the causes will give you an idea of just how bad it is.
Raw sewage from the open cess pit, body odour from men who haven’t had a decent bath for weeks, dead bodies rotting in shallow graves and laying out in the open in No Man’s Lan, the smell of exploded bombs and the odour of Mustard gas which lingers for a few days after the attack. Stagnant mud cigarette smoke and cooking smells all add to the unpleasantness of the trenches.
They say that we will get used to the smell over the time but it feel like it never leaves us at the moment.
The smell attracts rats they are everywhere you look and they seem to be unafraid to show themselves, there is so much waste here that the rats are thriving and some of them as fat as our cat, Felix.
I shaved my head, yesterday because my hair was crawling with lice. Most of the men have been scratching and itching the day we got here.
The rain is a constant companion flooding the trenches and turninh the floor into mud it is so bad that some of the men are getting sores on their feet and can hardly walk. .
Sleep is so hard to come by with the constant noises of bombs and screaming from both sides, my bed is a bunk which is placed in a dug out section of the trench, a mud floorand the constant threat of a stray shell keep me awake at night.Sleep his so hard to come by with the constant booming and banging of the shells from both sides, my bed is a bunk which has been placed in a dug out section of the trench, a mud roof a mud floor and the constant theat of a stray shell keep me awake at night.
I am scared my darling Emily, my life is under constant threat, bullets randomly fired at us, shells exploding every minute of the day, men are dying all around me if not from a stray...