Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Today, like the usual routine, we woke up really early to be able to keep watch on our enemies in case they attack. We had bread and cheese for breakfast. Some of the soldiers were complaining that it was not enough. It's true. It wasn't  enough for any of us, but what can we do? To quench our thirsts, we drank tea that tasted like petrol. It tasted like petrol because as usual, we make our teas in empty petrol pots. After we had breakfast, we got into our positions. When the enemies attacked, we fired at them while being careful not to get injured. The loud firing and booming of guns echoed in the horizon. The soldiers who got injured got treated by either other soldiers or by doctors or nurses from nearby hospitals. It's unfair for the soldiers who did not get treatments from a doctor, but because there isn't enough doctor or nurses, they can't do anything about it. Other injured soldiers died because of not getting treated immediately. Like any other days, today was a hot day. The heat was so intense that our clothes were soaked in sweat. Annoying flies are everywhere, buzzing around dead bodies. Rats looking for any chance to eat our only supply of food available. In winter, it's completely the opposite. The trenches get very cold giving other men frostbites. Life here is really harsh. You're not only in danger of getting killed  from a gunshot but also from infections from rats and insects. When the night came, we had our dinner which was satisfying than our breakfast. We had baked potatoes and petrol-tasting tea. After we had dinner, we stayed up for another two to three hours keeping watch. After that, we selpt to get ready for tomorrow.