Louis’ Trench Diary

Tuesday 23rd October 1916
 
Dear Diary,
I hate this war. This trench is revolting, we barely get anything to eat. I have a feeling now that we won’t be home for next Christmas, perhaps not even new year. The front line is worse than anyone could of expected. You can just make out the German’s Front line in the distance. A rat stole William’s drink. Will chased the rat round the front line for ages until he got told off by the sergent.
 
We had a surprisingly good day today. No attacks, we just played a game where you hold up a stick with a can on it and the germans try to shoot it. They called it “Target Practice”.
 
 
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