A Letter From My First Battle On The Western Front

My Dearest Mother,

I know you have been worrying about me, for I have been worrying about you as well. Before I left I promised to write you about my first battle on the Western Front. My experience here has been a real eye-opener, the things I have saw, heard, touched, taste, and felt are revolting and painful. My first day in the battle was terrifying, being in the trenches while eggs were being thrown, land creepers were shooting as us from all directions, blind pigs were being fired at us from left and right, and the suicide squad after us. After being in the trenches day after day having the same thing happen over and over again you build a thick skin.
The closest thing I have to home is the trench that I am in all day. The conditions of the trenches is sickening! Every night you can hear the moaning from the wounded men, the rattling of the cans, the sloshing of mud, the crying and screaming from the helpless, the piddle paddle of the rain, gunshots, and the running around of the
I get to use land creepers, a lid, a machine gun, artillery, an egg, a blind pig, and mustard and chlorine gas. Land creepers are very large and are equipped with other weapons; but they move very slow. A machine gun is a great defensive weapon, it shoots hundreds of rounds per minute; I mainly use the machine gun. Mustard and chlorine gas is very deadly, you never know when the gas will come.
I cannot believe some of the things I have saw, they are both unspeakable and horrendous, unfortunately for you Mother I want to share these awful things with you. In my time here I have saw trench rats, body itchy coos, dead bodies flies, rotting sandbags, trench foot, food scraps, snow, ice, water, mud, diseases, and rats eating human flesh! Although I try to forget what I have saw, the images are permanently stuck in my brain… One does not forget the vile things she has