I'm miserable. I have not recorded anything for a time, despite making an attempt to avoid wasting what is left of my time in this wretched trench. Some nights back a cloudburst happened which left both sides basically fallen. As luck would have it did not hurt anyone but creating it very difficult to fight. Nowadays I think of these trenches as holding cells for prisoners, the site I am guaranteed to spend the remaining months of my life in until i am eventually exhausted and then we are killed like some pack of mice in laboratory experimentation. Presumably that's what war is: merely one large experiment to examine how people survive.
I basically haven't got the foggiest thought concerning this place any further. These trenches forsake you.
I basically haven't got the foggiest thought concerning this place any further. These trenches forsake you.