This is Ryan writing from the trenches of WWI. We are occupied daily with the harsh conditions that we have to call our homes. Head lice in this place is spreading quickly. Everyone I know has a case of serious itch and are crawling with lice. The weather has been variable the last few weeks. The grayness of the clouds and the monotony of the sky perfectly exemplify our attitude to keep fighting. The humidity in the air lets you know to prepare for the rain storm in the near future. The rain is almost a relief at first, but then it becomes hell on Earth. Everything is wet and you cannot find a dry thing for 100 miles. Every day is a new battle. Our trenches are filled with the water from the rain and the cold remains of the men we were friends
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We are fighting together along with the British. They want to help us just as much as we are willing to help them. The sinking of the Lusitania was just as much of a hit on them as it was for us. The daily reminder that we are fighting for the 126 Americans that died on that ship keep me going. When I look across, out into no-man’s land through the layers of barbed wire and ground mines and see the faces and guns of the Germany, hatred fills my heart. Knowing they want to hurt us and our allies is a weird concept. The way I look at it, I am fighting for our safety. I am not going to hurt anyone just because. I want to protect our rights and our land. We are reminded daily what these men are capable of. This war is a very new type of war. Not only do we have to watch out for the man on man combat, but the airplanes and tanks are a very high priority. This is less of a war and more of a killing spree. The general calls for a push and our men step out of the trenches into no man’s land and their machine guns mow us down as if we were grass. The first are almost guaranteed to take bullets for the rest of us. These are the men we just met a couple months ago and they have the guts to step out and give their lives for their countries and for this group of men here
We are fighting together along with the British. They want to help us just as much as we are willing to help them. The sinking of the Lusitania was just as much of a hit on them as it was for us. The daily reminder that we are fighting for the 126 Americans that died on that ship keep me going. When I look across, out into no-man’s land through the layers of barbed wire and ground mines and see the faces and guns of the Germany, hatred fills my heart. Knowing they want to hurt us and our allies is a weird concept. The way I look at it, I am fighting for our safety. I am not going to hurt anyone just because. I want to protect our rights and our land. We are reminded daily what these men are capable of. This war is a very new type of war. Not only do we have to watch out for the man on man combat, but the airplanes and tanks are a very high priority. This is less of a war and more of a killing spree. The general calls for a push and our men step out of the trenches into no man’s land and their machine guns mow us down as if we were grass. The first are almost guaranteed to take bullets for the rest of us. These are the men we just met a couple months ago and they have the guts to step out and give their lives for their countries and for this group of men here