As I sat on the boat the waves lapped over. All the other men and young males were setting the gloom. Nobody wanted to be here, nobody wanted to be at the next stop either. I wish I could go back to the good old days, sitting at my desk, a humble accountant.

My family were nervous when the letter came. It was not a good time period to get unknown letters in the mail. They were upset for me to leave, but they thought I was coming back. That wasn’t happening and I knew it. I was being shipped off to my death, bound for europe.

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As I sat in the trench eating the canned “meat” I thought about the past. The old things I never payed attention too, the things I didn’t appreciate. At that time seemed like luxury. The ones in power didn’t care enough to send out proper food, the meat was 90% plastic and smelt like a sewer. I begrudging went over to bathroom facilities in the trench, we had dug a hole at the far end of the trench and placed a wooden barricade over the pit when nobody was there so the smell wouldn’t waft. I hope we get out of the trenches soon, we have been camped up here for too long.