I fear I have but little time left. I remember that first day. I was proud. Going to serve my country. I remain with little of that pride. I am here, cold and I watch everyday, people injured. I hate the rats, but what can I do? They are everywhere. I see them eating the flesh of rotten corpse, thinking it could be me. My mate Johnny died so indignified. He was injured severly and he could not get up. The rats ate him alive. He was sick and he smelled of the stench. I don't like it.
I suppose either way I will die. If I refuse to work, I will be shot for cowardness. I see people trying to commit suicide. This guy Lance tried to commit suicide by purposely throwing himself on a grenade. He still never died. I almost felt like doing it to myself. I look forward to my four days of rest. We found large pieces of metal and crafted sculptures on them. For those few moments I forget about the conditons. I hate morning hate. The sound scares me. I hope that there are no battles.
Do not let Tim join the war. Let him read this letter as a warning. The war is creul and it should not happen. Tell him to warns his friends. Love from me