Dear Diary, 09/10/1914
Today I was called up for joining the world war one. They sent me a letter with lots of details about it. I did want to join because the letter showed me that world war one looked easy to me and so that we could get wealthier than before. My families were all happy and proud that I would sign in. They were all giving me success.
I went to the office to sign myself in the world war one. I wrote my details and my families so that if I die that they can contact them when is needed.
After a week we were called to gather and all be separated in groups. I met lots of friends that I had in the past but we didn’t have the time to talk. It was a hard work we had to train 4 days in a week we had to practice to build our own trenches but finally the practice was over and we were ready to fight. We had to build our own trenches we had to build our dugouts for resting, duckboards to cover the slippery and the muddy trench floor we had to carry lots of sandbags to protect ourselves from bullets or bombs. The good thing that I’ve founded about the trenches was the dugout that was the only place where we could rest.
Dear Diary, 15/02/1915
On Christmas day, the only thing what were doing was fighting for our country and families. It was a boring day we couldn’t see our families nor call them. It was the hardest day ever that I had. We had to celebrate in groups for about ten minutes then we should be on guard duty so that the other people could celebrate Christmas. The only thing that I liked was eating special food. But something was different it was the first time that I haven’t celebrated Christmas with my families.
Dear Diary, 28/04/1916
A few hours ago I was caught up in a gas attack by the Germans. This is what happened when I was resting I heard someone coughing I knew that it was the smell of the gas then I put the gasmask on. A small...