Second letter from the trenches - 3
Damn I am getting the neck-ache. You can’t think how uncomfortable it is in here – the flies keep on sitting on my nose or eating up my chocolate.
At night you hear the bullets going ping-ping against the bank on the other side of my house.
We have moved further up now and we are about ¼ of a mile from the firing line.
A shell is a most horrid thing I know except Livie (you know who I mean of course)
Well I must end now, so goodbye till my next letter.
From your loving son. Brian