Koritsimou,
I wish that I could write to you. I would not tell 당신 of the trenches filled with fetid water, the harsh wind which forever besets us even when our enemy’s 총 are silent. Nor would I tell of the rats and the stench, the endless death and those driven mad 의해 it all. I would merely tell 당신 that I 사랑 you.
At first, when we all arrived in this wretched place, none of us could make out the enemy, as the fog shrouded them. We soon learnt how to use the fog to our advantage, keeping quiet and clear of the enemy’s lines. We didn’t have much choice. We 로스트 13 men that first day,...
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