September, 1914.
It has been over one month since I have been fighting in this war and it is appalling. I have seen men with no arms or legs. Breathless bodies are all over the place. I miss my family so much. I hope Momma, Poppa, and Little Sarah are okay. Oh yeah, and my girlfriend Louise. She says that she is working in a factory now. I miss her so much.
It is very chilly outside. My limbs are weak and it is painful to walk. The living conditions here are very poor. There are enormous rats the size of cats that fed upon the corpses. Besides the constant loud firearms and bombs, the rain is the worst thing. It collects in our trenches and we must remove it using buckets and pots. Also, the mud! It is so deep and ruins everything.
