Love in the Trenches
By
Coolmangleek1
NA: Here the first two chapters. Some chapters are just going to be dairy enter from both Kurt and Blaine and the rest are the main story of the boys meeting and their story through the war. Some of the other gleeks will be appear in this but not all. Puck/copper are already died.
Here the guide:
Story= Normal front
Kurt's Dairy= Italic
Blaine's Dairy= Bold
Here goes nothing...
21 January 1917, Lewis's Pub, France
I currently writing this at a small wooden table smoking a fag and drinking a glass of rose wine (I found out early from another solider in my platoon that it much cheaper to buy wine than beer. Yet it doesn't matter to me cos I hate the taste of beer anyway.) In a small family pub a couple of miles away from the trenches, it is not quite as I hope in here as it full with solider drinking, playing cards games and talking about family and friends back home.
Anyway I've been here a year and I'm missing my family more than I thought possible even though I am happy that only one out here, as my father had a heart attach a couple months before the war was declared and my step-mother Carole cannot look after both my father and his business, so my step-brother Finn was allowed to stay at home to look after them both as will my father's business.
We all count this as a small miracle.
There is not much to say to be honest in views of the war it self . Millions are dying on both side , it seems to be a endless cycle that cannot be broken and millions of men are losing their life because of it.
The conditions in the trenches are atrocious, I cannot believe that I and my fellow soldiers have lived in them for over a year or more in some cases but then again once you out there you not really thinking about the conditions you are living in all that matter to you is trying to stay alive as long as possible.
The only good thing that I have found out of this, is a curly hair boy called Blaine Anderson I think I am falling for him and I just hope that he feels the same way.
Private K Hummel
21 April 1917, Trenches France
Today is my first time on the front line and god nothing and none amount of the training could every appear me for this.
When I first arrived in the front line trenches, I was given a fright of my life, I saw a mangled body blown to bits on a sack. I was scared shitless.
I was SO in stock that I found myself without my company in the long winded trenches, I walk for about five minutes before I found another English speaking solider that I later found out to be Private Kurt Hummel (I think I fell in love with him the first moment a saw him), before I could ask him wither he knew where I could find my platoon.
Artillery fire start. It was so loud that I was sure it was going to blow my ear drums.
Well anyway I must stop writing before I get in trouble with the sergeant here. I will write more one I found my platoon and time. Bye
Private B Anderson.
AN: For my dairy enters I have been reading a book called "Forgotten Voices of the Somme by Joshua Levine" and using them but changing some of it.