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I went to the war and dug a trench to hide in. I nearly got shot when I lifted my head up. I was scared.
I am wet, cold, hungry and smelly. It is night and I am putting barbed wire up. It is funny that the baddies keep on cutting them down so we keep putting them up again.
In the war, shells land, and one nearly got me.
I am writing from a trench. I miss you so, so, so, so much.
Article posted April 30, 2012 at 05:34 PM •
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