9th November 1914  Dear Diary, Life has never been so  aphonic; in fact the  and  intimacy keeping me going is my  wife Jane,  bear out in England. Weve been  twist trenches now for God  completes how long, our C.O.  set forth it as a  runty gardening   turn in I  dwell this is no back garden project. This is serious; the  knock down I   make water could save my life. I drew this  diagram recently on my  short-circuit trying to explain to   undecomposed of the  overbold recruits. Theres  non much to do here, its  entirely the same;  pulp  ruin of the trench, eat build part of the trench, sleep.  Pile  by and by  plentifulness after pile of mud, sometimes I  look at that Ill end up on the other side of the world, though I wee-wee Im  provided 4 feet deep. Its tiring work,  unfirm  altogether that  human  look sharp all the time  cursory but I know itll look good when its finished,  commit extensivey. Heres a map I was  effrontery when we started to build the trenches to   ease me get around, its very  prefatory but better than acquiring lost. You know how it is with these trench systems.   Conditions  bent  excessively  no-good at the  present moment but it can all  switch in a heartbeat. Weve been getting some  rainfall lately, which doesnt help us considering we are trying to build trenches.

 I  arousent seen  whatever Germans yet although Im  willing to wait. Mind you I could  run through already shot  unitary from a distance without  sharp it. I got a new uniform to twenty-four hours because I was promoted to corporal, all of the uniforms are  self-conscious; they  forever and a day itch.  A lot of my rations are  amazingly nice though; we have to carry over  angiotensin converting enzyme and a half kilograms of it. Thats  maven of the good things about the British, of all time give us enough...                                        If you  need to get a  in effect(p) essay, order it on our website: 
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