My diary by

THE TRENCH

marie_carpentie — 2014-05-07 18:20:59 UTC

I remember when the trench was very small and so good circulation with my other friends.We couldn't walk because the mud returns in my shoes and often rain's. The rats runs on my foot, sometimes too we crush. We feet in security with sond bags protect the bullet sent

MY FRIENDS

marie_carpentie — 2014-05-07 18:49:41 UTC

I maked a friend, his name was John Peter, he was 19 years. A helpful young man and devoted. He had a woman and one girl of 18 month. he was leaved to go to war. We had same interest for the pet's and agriculture. But he die because, adverse camp sent a gas. John didn't his was gas mask. His death my maked me suffer. I was verry sad and I haven't not taste at never.

THE WEAPONS

marie_carpentie — 2014-05-08 10:01:20 UTC

We did good stuff. We had a grenade to kill a group of ennemies too numerous. We had a machine gun to fire at long distance. And we had a helmet to protect for landside. We did good stuff but was diffucult to run because it was heavy.

TODAY

marie_carpentie — 2014-05-08 10:38:47 UTC

When I returns to war, I had changed, I was not the same man. I was relieved and happy that end. To feel like living. I thinked every time of my friend, John. The war had changed me.

THE TRENCH

marie_carpentie — 2014-05-23 12:54:14 UTC