World War 1 Journal Entry PDF
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A soldier recounts his experiences in the trenches on June 10, 1917, focusing on the increasing issue of trench foot and the ever-present threat of death. He reflects on the daily hardships and the impact of the war.
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June 10, 1917 It's still pretty quiet out here, as far as active war zones go, we're not high priority for either side. rench foot is becoming an increasing problem in our trench, although the lice seem to be vying for first place. The T damp helps neither, or helps them too much for our l...
June 10, 1917 It's still pretty quiet out here, as far as active war zones go, we're not high priority for either side. rench foot is becoming an increasing problem in our trench, although the lice seem to be vying for first place. The T damp helps neither, or helps them too much for our liking, I suppose. You can use a candle to kill the eggs but I feel it never truly gets them all. I have a small space dug into the side of the trench where me and a few mates sleep when not on duty, it's still damp but better than the ground, if marginally. I worry of what awaits in the dark of night and the roof of our ‘bedroom’ collapsing and if trench foot is setting in in places covered by mud and if I'm perhaps being a worrywart. I’ve developed a few blisters on my feet and hope for the best but worry for the worst. he lads and I get on well I think, aside from the usual bickering of men spending long periods of time in each other's T company. If Jerry could learn to not read my journal as I’m writing then I think perhaps we’d get on without friction. Say goodbye Jerry, thank you. I am quite convinced half the lads cheat at poker and the other half don’t know how to play! Though I, of course, am as honest as they come. shell landed close to where I am stationed, not close enough to do any real damage but we felt the explosion, and I A think we were all quite reminded of the fact that this war could have consequences, especially as bodies were brought back. I think perhaps this is the first moment I’ve stared mortality in the face, and I worry that even away from the action I still won’t come home. At the end of the day, I’m still alive, I suppose that's all that matters.
