Trench life

30th August 1914

Pah, best deal ever. Ye right. As soon as we got 'ere some lad got shot through the 'ead by a Sniper. His body still ain't bin moved. I can smell it now. Fun. We're in der trenches now, and it's awful. Rats and lice everywhere, and they've only just been dug! Our first mission: To make another awfully crafted trench. No glory in dat. Girls back at home can't know what we're really doing, so most of the lads is lying, saying that they killed 50 Jerrys today, when they've just spent the 'tire day digging.

31st August 1914

Last night was awful. I didn't actually sleep. At one point, when my eyes were tight shut, I heard this scratching. It was annoying. I opened my left eye to see a damn rat clawing at my pityful excuse for a pillow! I jumped up in suprise and immediately stamped on the running, squelling creature. It's body is printed into the floor now. Hehe.

The trench system is finished now, those french know how t'dig. They was faster than them 'ere weightlifters you here about on der wireless. Now it's gettin' borin'. Der food 'ere is awful. Schlup, I've nicknamed it. Looks like what it sounds like, if ya know what I mean. I'm not really sure whether it's better than nothing, can't really tell. It's tasteless. Rats and Lice are everywhere now. EVERYWHERE. They're cheeky little buggers.

We began digging tunnels dis afternoon, hoping to blow up the Jerrys right under der feet!