December 26th 1915
Dear Diary
All I can hear are exploding bombs and the screams of agony. They carried on though out the night with the constant cry of death creeping louder and closer. Laying this close to the explosions you can feel the haunt of death fall upon you. The smell of fresh blood with a strong sent of gun powder filled the air. I want to step out my hole in the trench to see what's happening. Are the Germans in the trench or are they just setting bombs off?
I snuck out the hole just in case there was Germans and before I moved anywhere I looked up at the sky and said "If I die today, keep my family safe and out of this death trap." When I looked out in to reality all there was, was bodies scatted across the floor with rats both brown and black eating the remains of what was left.
In every crater made from the bombs was a mixture of mud, Faeces and the thick red substance I felt my body turn numb with pain. I looked down into my little hole. I have been in a puddle of mud for days. I didn't even notice how sore my feet were. I can't even feel my big toe it's like a balloon and the heal is bleeding. I have trench-foot. Plus the lack of hygiene has caused me to get an infection. I don't know how long I can stay in this war. Will tonight be the last night for me? I can't cope any longer
Arthur Kirkland
War isn't a fight between 2 great countries; War is a fight between 2 innocent men.