9 million men dead 21 million wounded.
The trench feet advance across no mans land.
Nearer nearer nearer. Rifles drawn we prepare ourselves.
This moment we shan’t forget.
Sludge, muck, grime.
Conditions unsurvivable. Deafened by the ear-splitting ground shaking explosions. Twas the 2nd hour of the 10th day of the 11th month 1918.
Hell would be more inviting than this.
How long must I endure?