Dear family:
Hi family, we are in france now, in war at first everything was so quiet just like home, but suddenly it all changed, when the germans started to attack us, i was terrified, i hugged the earth digging my fingers into every circle, every hole the red-tailed comets of the minerwerer sailed into the air, they looked so pretty like fireworks i was knocked breatheless, i could hear the roar of the bombardment, it screams like an angry sea, i begun to pray then i remebered i dont believe in God. The feeling of being up the line is horrible is like you die and then ou are back again and then you die again.
Now we are out on rest in a little peasent village half-ruined houses, but rest here is not what you would think, is waaaaay diferent!. We are taken from the trenches and march for endless hours to billets, it is some kind of military training, this is what we call down the line ( out of the war ). It is four o`clock already, a full hour before we will get our hunk of gray war bread dipped in bacon grease and as a mess-tin full of pale unsweetened tea. I miss mom´s food, but this is war, here there is so much misery, heartaches, agony and there is nothing that can be done about it.
Raul
