Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

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Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking. Also the French had invaded our trench I could hear the booming, a few have died from the poisonous gases, but don't worry I am alive and well . And seeing all this death has most definitely tainted my perspective on life. I've been having these peculiar night terrors that just started occuring after the first attack and get

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