It’s been a Living hell in the trenches… I've seen things that i still can't process to this day. I started to ask myself after our first month of training, why am I here? I don’t know if i’ll be able to last, There is mortar fire being laid on us every single day like rain in an overcast, No matter what time it is. I'm scared that i'll end up like one of the soldiers last week. He froze up mid battle and was chowed down by a heavy machine gun not to far from the trench. He was torn to bits. Im sending you this letter to assure you that i'm still alive and breathing this toxic air. I have made it this far but I don't think i can go any further. My feet have began to swole and blister, It’s been a pain to move from one position to another.
