I enjoyed his joy of living, sense of humur, his kindness. All décisions was taken together. We promised never to let down each other. One day, it was so horrible, i can hurdly brins myself to write about it..

So, one day, during a fight, a German with a criminal face shot and i saw Gaston lying on the floor. With ait thinking, Iran tawards him, taken the risk to be shcoting by Germans. I tried everything, speak to him, resuscitate him, in vain..

This day, i lost my friend, it was so unfairn he was so Young. I felt alone, empty... My friend died, just fewdays before the end of this awful war. So many innocent lived have been lost.  

We were also equiped with long range gun very heavy. These long range guns made possible to kill many soldiers from a distance. And finally, fighter aircraft was used to drops bombs and against them, we could do nuthing. All these new weapons made this war very horrible and killed soldiers from lots of différents countries.

alive, in the other side, i've seen so many atroaties, that i feel now enpty, with no sense in my life.

I try now rebuild myself, i try to trust on my futur. But i know i will never be the sance.