Newfoundland At Armageddon

“There's land in sight; I think it's the Turkish coastline. We'll disembark at night. Damn! They're already firing at us. The soldiers of the Sultan don't seem too pleased to see us. Well, they'll just have to get used to it. Newfoundlanders are not sissies. I'm telling you: we're here to stay and we'll bring them down.”

Charles

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the Turkish Welcome

“During the day, I hide at the bottom of the trench, looking for a shadowy spot to keep me out of the blazing sun. But no matter where I try to hide away, those nasty flies always find me. The netting I have saves me! I'm terribly thirsty but each time I take a sip, dozens of those damned flies rush into my mouth. The beer, the water, the whiskey, …. Everything tastes like flies. And sure if that wasn't bad enough, my stomach has started acting up again.”

Charles

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Life in the Trenches

“Every day is a battle, but not against the enemy… against the Jesus lice that are eating us alive. We scratch a hundred, a thousand times a day! We manage to burn them with a candle, but 12 hours later, they're back with a vengeance. The other day, my shirt moved on its own! It was completely infested. I can't take it any longer. Those lice are driving me mad!”

Charles

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Lice

“Oh my God! We're freezing here tonight. That Jesus storm yesterday evening was terrifying. Thunder, lightening and sheets of rain. Sure the bottom of the trenches turned into rivers. Our lieutenant said he saw Turks floating away. Their mules, as well. It was a narrow escape. We lost our blankets, equipment and all our frigging provisions but we made it through alive.”

Charles

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A violent storm