I have been fighting for six months now, I think the date it’s August 16, 1916 and I don't know how much more death I can bear. I don't feel any pride in fighting or dying for my country; at least not here in Somme. All day long all I see is people dying and I keep think I am next? I keep wondering will I be alive tomorrow. I see people jump up out of the trenches into no man’s land alive and then two seconds later fall back down because their dead. Two weeks ago while sitting in the trenches ...view middle of the document...
I wish that my friend would have never pressured me into doing this, but now he’s dead because when some of us had to charge his trench foot prevented him from moving fast so the machine gun blew him apart. The good thing though is that we don’t have to worry about rats, lice, and flies for a while because of the gas. Lately I haven’t been wanting to do my job. I’m supposed to be climbing up on the fire step with my Springfield sniper rifle but I’ve been too tired to do it lately. This kid who just started died today too; he was cutting barb wire and stepped on a bouncing Betty by accident. We only found him in pieces, or at least we think they limbs belong to him no one is for sure. And yesterday another kid was punished for eating so much of our rations; he was beaten with the shoulder stock of his rifle and then was thrown in prison. The way the commander treated was atrocious. The good thing is though thinks to all of the propaganda that is used to convince people to buy bonds; we were able to buy more machine guns and more artillery shells to bomb the Germans, so we didn’t have to run into a bunch of Germans. Well I have to go now they are choosing people for the charge; I’m praying I don’t get picked.