Imagine you're a 17-year-old soldier from Bayonne, NJ
in a trench somewhere in France and this
is what you're seeing over your head...
Trench warfare in 1917. Competing artillery
and projectiles raining on enemy positions.
I moved to Florida and did not bring and bring a snow shovel with me. Don't intend to buy one, either... I will move to fuckin' ...
My granduncle Walter was a 19 yo private in the U.S. Signal corps stationed in France - on the front lines. He kept a diary and his daughter preserved a lot of the letters he sent home. The stories are all understated, but he saw some up close shit. I was pretty young when he died so I never got to ask him about it.
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