My dear mother, Just a few lines to tell you of my current state. I am in the hospital, but no need to worry. I am recovering from a minor injury. I may not be returning home anytime soon. The weather here is rather rainy. I have heard of the stories as my comrades visit from time to time. The rain in the trenches is apparently a torture. The water is usually over their knees, and sometimes above their waists! There have been many other men who have come to this hospital needing treatment for their severe trench foot. Though the trenches provide some protection from the shelling, bullets are flying randomly.
Some of the fellow men here are sick simply from the stench that lingers there. Shallow graves contain rotting bodies of our friends
Some of the fellow men here are sick simply from the stench that lingers there. Shallow graves contain rotting bodies of our friends