All Quiet On The Western Front-Personal Narrative

Today I was walking around during camp because I was bored but then realised I should tell a story because that was what I was good at. No one wanted to listen to my story so I decided to write to you. I wanted you to check up on my wife and see if she is doing alright and also try to check up on my mom and dad. I remember when you told me I should join the armed forces because it brought great honor to me and my family so I enlisted and trust me being here really is not that much of an honor. We are currently located at Northern French and are digging trenches so we could have somewhat of an advantage but really is not going that well. Time here passes by so slow it seems like the 8 months,19 day,4 hours, and 29 seconds have been centuries because there basically is nothing to do here.
Today, in the morning I was cleaning weapons like the tank shell tube and also machine guns which are our main weapon to hide behind when the feces hit the fan. I walked out of my worn out and somewhat ripped tent and noticed the sky was clear and it was sunny which it hasn’t been in a long time. I looked around at noticied we had moved our defenses to one side so I knew not to go over there because that is where the attack will come from that is if there even is an attack in the first place. The ground is muddy and the water we drink is also somewhat muddy so this whole camp is just plain dirty. Next to our camp are trees and in the trees are birds that sing. The birds music is the thing that keeps this camp in an nice mood. Than, there's the testing field were the soldiers practice shooting their guns.This camp is also really boring since there is no music whatsoever. The one positive thing about the camp is that it smells sort of nice since the trees next to our camp smell nice that essence covers the camps bathroom