Journal of WW1
28th July 1917 Night
It seems that I don’t know where I am. I only know that the war like the devil has lasted for a long time. Maybe three years, maybe longer. Chief said that it was for three years, he said the war was about to end. The smoke died the sky gray. Guns and ammunition continue to waste. Once again I was shot today, injury seems to have become a common thing. But this time it was not the enemy’s bullet. Our soldiers are obviously in a state of chaos. No one knows how the war should be carried out, including the chief executive. I admit that I’m tired. I miss those days of peace, I also look forward to the day of peace. I miss my family and friends, I’m not sure if I can see them again. Someday, if I had died on the battlefield, I hope this diary can be a letter to my family and tell them I love them. I have lost the veins of the war. It now becomes dull, battlefield continues to have people die. People were injured, we already numb to death, we sometimes rushed forward overnight, like the walking dead. Look forward to all the soldiers that day is at a far distant date. And what we can do now, just keep fighting and wait. Too late, hope is a night to dream.