A Soldier's Life

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A Soldier's Life

21st December 1915

It was cold this morning; frost lined the mud and filth surrounding my

'Dug Out'. Mud has seeped through my uniform the damp is causing me to

become feverish, I have been sleeping in everything I have got

recently and still shivering and today my great coat's so wet, I

cannot use it.

Oh well, a slight fever has got to be better than the dreaded trench

foot, poor Harry he was taken off on a stretcher yesterday. He just

couldn't continue his work here any longer. None of us can take our

boots off some feet swell and swell to an immeasurable amount of pain.

Then it goes gangrenous and unfortunately for Harry it is irreversible

so his foot will probably have to be amputated. He had only been

stationed here for ten days; it's a shame for him to miss all the fun.

The toughest part of this job is getting up morning after morning half

an hour before dawn, so we are on standby for dawn raids. Then, at 8am

we have the usual period of 'daily hate' where exchange verbal abuse

and gunfire. After this things always calm down. Breakfast rations

usually consist of Bully beef tea, hard biscuits and bread which are

nearly always stale by the time it reaches us.

The first task of the day was on sentry duty which meant I spent the

whole morning cleaning out the stinking Latrines and repairing the

wall of the trench which has been damaged due to the heavy rainfall. I

spend most of my time here carrying out boring routine tasks the daily

grind is driving me mad.

The weather here for some days has been wet and cold and the mud in

some places up to the knees, hundreds of rats are thriving on scraps

of food and rubbish thrown into the trenches. Some of them have grown

to the size of cats feeding off the plentiful supply of rotting

corpses. And at night I hear them swimming through the stagnant water

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