23rd October 1916Dear Diary, I hate it here it’s horrible, my life is ruined. We have arrived all the trenches are horrible it smells discusting it smells damp and like a stail loaf of bread. The trenches are stuffed with spiders. Why did I join the war I feel homesick. Later that day I could hear shouting and loads of bombs exploding they nearly burst my ear drum. I hate it please help me. My friend got killed I’m so sad. Last night was the worst night I was stranded in No Mans land I nearly got killed they shot my leg.