Newfoundland At Armageddon

“I'm back in trench life hell with my feet in water and mud. We're on the front lines this time. There are wooden planks along the bottom of the trench, but I can't see them at night. It's no bloody bon anyway, the water is up to my knees. And it's starting to freeze over. I am frozen to the bone. This place is hell. Damn war!”

James

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The trenches

“It's my turn on guard duty. I have to keep my eyes open and my head below the parapet. Yesterday Curnew was knocked out. The recruits think they know everything. We warn them, but they don't listen. Jesus! That was a close call. Thank God for my helmet, otherwise I would not have made it back. I'd really like another ration of rum to warm me up and settle my nerves. Let's hope the rest of the night is quieter.”

James

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the Guard Duty in the Trenches

“Our sergeant gave us some seal oil to rub on our feet and legs. He said it would help get rid of trench foot but it stinks. The smell makes me gag. In any case, it's too late. Fever, pain… my brain's in a fog. There's nothing I can do. C'est la guerre.”

James

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Trench Foot

“The sun will set soon. Relief is on the way. We're going back to Louvencourt. I'll be able to wash, change my socks. I hope my feet are all alright. I can't wait to hit the estaminet with my buddies. A good bottle of wine after two weeks at the bottom of a trench… we deserve at least that much. Vive la France.”

James

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Relief from the trenches