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I'm writing now as a veteran, and apparently world war II is now upon us. I still have no leg, but at least I'm not dead. This is my last entry, as the doctor has told me I will die soon because of my botched amputation which caused me to developed tinnitus overtime. What a life. At least my family is safe.

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Well, here I lie down in this bed, one leg, sick, and traumatized. I've seen all my friends leave, not knowing if they've perished. But hey, at least the wars done with. I might live, which is fortunate. At least this is the worst of it, they'll never be a war this bad again, and certainly not after Germany learns their lesson.

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It was just a fluke, my sickness relapsed and the doctors are saying I don't have long to live. So far I've killed more men that I can count and its driving me insane. All I can see are the bombs, and the putrid smell of death. Soon I will meet those I've sent to hell...

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I'm finally free of my sickness. They had to amputate my left leg, but at least I'm not sick anymore. I'll be back in fighting shape in no time!

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As of late, I'm begging to feel sick. I went to the doctor about a gun wound I have and he said I have ghosts in my blood, then prescribed me mexican black tar heroine. Seems to be doing wonders, I still feel sick though...more news to follow

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For my good work, I've been promoted to assistant of the regional manager. I also get to manage food supplies when we get them, usually not often

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I think we're winning, the trench hasn't really moved though. Only a matter of time until the war is over.

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All my friends are dead, pushed me to the edge. The sky is always crying, I haven't heard from my family, I'm starving, my foot hurts.

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...Imma be real, this war kinda wearing on me. I keep having vietnam flashbacks (whatever that means) of the men I've killed. I got a 27 player kill streak so far, only 3 more to call in a care package.

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When I'm not working, I usually have fun with the boys shooting squirrels or dead Nazis. Some other times we play maribels with the rocks we find.

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Not a lot of great food, usually just bean soup from the cook. We get salt on saturdays to "spice" things up. Could be worse though, could have no food like the soviets.

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I used to be a laborer for different companies. Eventually, I got the draft notice and had to leave home, I hope my job will be waiting for me when I get back.

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My house was a pretty small apartment, made of stone. I ate the same thing every single day, a cheese burger with a chocolate shake.

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Look at us absolute mad lads, that was a wild Thursday night.

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I have a mom I live with and a german shepherd. I hope the shepherd isn't an undercover spy, if he is I don't know if I can bring myself to cut ties. I'm fighting for the chance to see both of them again.

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Not even flex seal could fix the relationship with Austria-Hungary and Serbia. Franz-Archiduke had it coming though.

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I am a gunner in the trenches. It's not that bad, lot of dead people though. Kinda wish we could just like, yeet them out, or have some febreze for the smell.

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One of the boys made this, thinking of putting up a bunch of them, that would be so cool. Kinda like a symbol of peace, or just a way to mess with the Axis powers.

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Note to self, when dealing with Mustard Gas, DO NOT put on burgers.

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Note to self, when dealing with Mustard Gas, DO NOT put on burgers.

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It's pretty nice out here, though the commander died. But hey! At least we got the good Ol' trenches plus rat pie 3 days a week AND benefits. LETS GO, this war gonna be done in like. .a month, two months tops.