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Dear Comrade I have been in this hell hole for three damn day's. I am writing you this letter while the bombing has halted. We can't even smoke anymore because it makes us targets of our enemies. The smell of dead bodies has become the norm. The sight of them will never lose its potence. The rations have been become smaller, sometimes we even have to eat rats, but for some reason I don't care. My human instinct and characteristics seemed to have left me one by blasted one. I have simply let animal instinct take me over. The trench that we dwell in will be my only home ; for the memories of these days will haunt me forever. This shallow grave for many of comrades has become a consistency in my life, that I wish was not there.
Approximate Word count = 518
Approximate Pages = 2.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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