28th April 1915
Dear diary
As I walked onto the battlefields around all of the thousands dead Soldiers my heart dropped as I gasped with fear, I then felt miserable and lonely. From then on I really thought deep into how lucky I am to be alive because my friend has just lost his dad in a plane accident and now he is only left with a mum and a sister which I think is amazing, because I only have a mum and a dad, Our temporary shelter just got blown up and we now have nothing and my friend and I have to make a new one with little resources.
Sadly when we were fighting I shot an enemy straight away they shot back then having my friend behind me I dodged and the bullet went right through his chest. As I looked back at him falling to his death, I then had this huge big gush of brooking hearts spewing threw my guts as I walked towards him and it was too late! since then I have wanted to die myself.
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