Fahrenheit 451 Trench Monologue

I miss you very much. Since the last I wrote to you, it was awful. I hate it here. The trench we are currently in is old and worse than the one we were placed in before. The aroma here is very unpleasant. At times I feel as if I will become deafened by the constant sound of shells, being fired back and forth. It's always dark here, the sky is always filled with big black clouds. I miss it back home where the sky was blue and the clouds were white. Last time we left the trenches we marched 15 miles with not a lot of water, no food and the weather was very bad.Things are hard to describe but even harder to deal with. I haven't experienced anything as awful as this before. Life at home was so peaceful before this whole tragedy happened. We barely

get any sleep here, too many people are in one area, almost a dozen with me. Sleeping just gets worse every night. The fear that the ground my fall on us isnt even as bad as what actually happens out here.It rains here alot and i only have a pair of socks for god knows how much longer. I find more and more blisters on my feet each day. My feet ache, my head aches, my stomach aches I'm nearly starving to death. There's not much food around here and everything is just too depressing to handle. I didn't stress on how much i've missed you little brother. you’ve been in my heart since the first day the battle began. When we wait for our orders, there's almost nothing to do but write letters to you and try to rest. I’ve lost a lot of sleep lately. I keep getting nightmares. When i close my eyes the only thing i imagine ……
When orders came in, we had to be prepared for anything. Whenever one of our men fell another took his place.