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Trench 52, The Frontline

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Trench 52 The Frontline 25.10.1916 7 Park Lane Hall Green Birmingham Dear Mother, How are you? I am writing this letter to tell you that I am safe and well so far, and to tell you the conditions of the trenches that I am living in. Our trenches are wet and cold, ankle deep in mud and at this time some of them do not even have dug-outs. In some places trenches are waist deep in water. Time is spent digging, filling sandbags, building up parapets, fetching stores, etc. I do not have time to be weary. Three men were killed from falling dug-outs. I haven't had a wash since we came into these trenches and we are all covered with mud from head to foot. Hell is the only word descriptive of the weather out here and the state of the ground. ...read more.


Life in the trenches is hell on earth, there are lice as well as rats, trench foot where the foot swells up and gets too big for the boot, trench mouth where the gums rot and you lose your teeth and of course dead bodies everywhere. The Germans can now throw a bomb 200 lbs in weight and 5ft long a distance of 1000 yards, it explodes like a mine and kills a vast number of people. They send several over every day and kill a significant number of men. I knew one of the four men of our Battalion who was killed from one of those bombs; he was the last of five brothers all of whom have been killed in the war. ...read more.


I've seen men stick bayonets into them and not feel a thing. If you are fortunate enough not to lose your feet and the swelling begins to go down. It is then that the intolerable, indescribable agony begins. I have heard men cry and even scream with the pain and many had to have their feet and legs amputated. I have seen this happen many times but luckily it hasn't happened to me, yet. After the cause of this condition was found out to be that because the feet were too wet and never dry so the skin became soggy and started to swell up, so part of the trench was reserved for men to go two at a time, at least once a day, and rub each other's feet with grease. Yours Sincerely Mansoor Khan ?? ?? ?? ?? MANSOOR KHAN 9K ...read more.

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