WWI+RAFT+Project+Ryan

R - French soldier A - Imaginary companion F - Lost letter T - Trench warfare in the Western front

Dear Diary,

The year was 1914 when all hell has broken loose since Germany started World War I through the invasion of Belgium and France. It seems as though the Germans were using a rather clever yet fatal strategy to take over these areas since they continuously fought in the East and West frontiers in times when our armies were not prepared. Over the course of time, many were wounded and killed, but thankfully I'm not one them. The technology of weapons has drastically advanced and thus the death rate is rapidly each day. Life is unbearable here. I remember the day I was drafted into the French army in order to defend our borders from the expansion of Germany. It was the most worrisome day of my life. Its been more than a year now that I've been fighting and stalling in this God-forbidden place. Life in the trenches is simply horrible. despite boredom, lice and mole rats irritatingly swarm the area and eat away the corpses of the soldiers who were killed in action. Its surprising to know that some of the soldiers died of disease as a result of the bad condition. Those who do die a shameful and unworthy death. To keep myself occupied during the day, I write letters to my parents to keep them informed of my condition and to express the emotion behind the dreadful experience. Sometimes I ponder my future status after the war is over just to make myself feel better but during random times of my meditation I hear from my fellow comrades, "Incoming! Take cover!" The moment when the armies encounter combat in attempt of the German's expanding. When the machine guns and artillery are sound many men are killed during the process. However, when it's over I feel that the more men that I kill, the farther away from home I feel.