
I'm so tired. I've only been at the front for a couple weeks but it feels like an eternity. We all wait, tense, listening to the soft booms in the distance; seeing the rockets and flares light up the sky. The hours pass slowly by, dragging on and on. I strain my ears listening for the slight buzz of artillery rounds approaching; waiting for the order to duck. Everyone is feeling down and anxious, the other day we charged the French but we suffered heavy losses to their machine guns and mortars. Those


We have no mercy for the flamethrower operators; we despise them. As I think of my comrades and wait to be relieved I watch a dogfight overhead. The French pilot is skilled at dodging the German's shots but is unable to hold off for long and lights up the sky, a bright streak against the red and green of the flares as he plummets toward the earth. Since aeroplanes have become involved in the war we also have to watch out for them. There is always the risk that they might shoot you or crash into your trench. I heard they have mounted machine guns on aeroplanes now. I wonder if they work any better than ours? Finally, my relieve has come. Now I can try to rest.
Day 23 July 19, 1914
Today our spirits our raised! Kat found for us three loaves of bread and managed to trade parachute silk and some cigarettes for some good horse meat. He cooked it for us as we keep watch. Our Corporal stopped by and tells us about some new Intel on these huge armored cars calle

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