Right now I'm sitting down in a cold, not very deep, wet trench.
I am stinky, hungry, and tied. I am off duty and trying to get to sleep but I just can't stop thinking
about family back home and friends from war that have been killed recently. But I've still got my buddy Bob.
I am dying to come home we have a estimate of another year but to be "BANG!"
sorry, but to be honest I want to come home.
"BANG BANG BANG!" I had better go and help my comrades and find Bob through all noise and dust.
From your sad smelly friend
Steve
Gabby
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