Happy Halloween

Dear diary,

I’ve been sent back to the front. It’s all coming back to me, and it passed me by as if I was fighting out of habit. Shooting from a little hill with only barbed wire to shield me, staining those khaki uniforms in red from far away, that one poor fellow I thrusted my bayonet into . . . all those bullets whistling in my ears and shells booming against the earth like a large drum.

. . . we have taken only one trench before a stalemate, and only one more after that.

Hehe you so cute

Had this dream last night that I was an Engineer. I think I know their plight now. So many spies . . .