During the war, I met a good friend called Eugène Jonville. He was twenty years old. He was very nice, and he was my confident. We were always together. For example, we ate and we fought together. He was tall and he had the same character as I. After his death during a fight, I was very sad and alone. I was devastated because I lost my best friend during the war.

When I first say a tank I was astounded. This new technology that Britain had developed would scare the Germans terribly and we could win the war thanks to this weapon. However, I used other weapons during the fighting like the gas mask to protect against toxic gases. Or a rifle and grenades to kill the enemy. The weapons was very dangerous but the tank is the most dangerous weapon of the war because it was very big and impressive.

I vividly remember the terrible conditions of the trench because there was mud and water so it was slippery.

In there were a lot of rats, so the smell was terrible.

I had the impression of being imprisoned as the trenches were very small and deep. It was frozen, my feet as well so we caught diseases such as trench foot.

I am so lucky to have survived. I will never forget those who died fighting alongside me. I was very happy and relieved that the war was over but I'm weak. 

I'm still very hurt because of the balls that I received. 

But I would also have thought about all those people who lost their lives. Many of my friends were dead while me I managed to survive the war.