Dearest Family,
I have arrived in my company and am
starting to settle in. The trenches are very different to home. The way into
the front line is quite a journey; you start in a sort of ruined village, a few
steps down into the cellar of a house, then right under the house and through a
little garden and then under the garden wall and alongside an enormous ruined
factory place then down ahead all along the front as far as you can see. It is
quite a journey but I can see that it has to be to stay well hidden. But I have
finally arrived and am starting to get used to the conditions here, for example
the water has a sort of disinfectant in it, it can be rather strong.
The bottom of the trenches are also rather
wet, your socks get soaked trying to keep your feet dry! I know you are
imagining it to be non-stop fighting but its very quite really. Mostly it is
just quiet and then it all just happens real quick, Rifles shooting, bombs
going off everywhere. Don’t worry though I am fine, I am to stay here for six
days before I go back to the small village to rest. I have to sleep in a small
dugout with two other officers, its not too bad but the beds do not have
bottoms to them, you keep yourself in by hanging your arms and legs over the
sides. There are thousands of rats too, they gnaw at your boots, especially
when your sleeping and you hang your legs too low.
It’s not so bad though, I will have to keep
going. I miss all of you dearly, I really wish I could come home and see you
again but I have to stay here and do my bit. I will write often, let you know
what I’m up to. The other officers have helped me settle in an awful lot. The
food here is defiantly not the same as home. We have to have tasteless soup and
apricots for tea. It’s not much but at least its something. Don’t worry I will
be fine, just have to tough it out.
See you soon
John