November 21st
Another quiet day on the front line. Nothing to report - just the usual - a new brigade of troops, and 3 of my best men taken to the field hospital. Another game of Bingo, another loss for me, and another game of cards, and guess what, another loss. I'm hopeless at these games we play out here, I rarely seem to win. One of our snipers blew the head off an important-looking German soldier with a lot of badges on his chest - victory! The food out here really is awful, mostly, we live on canned corned beef. If you didn't like corned beef, you really would be in trouble because that seems to be all we get to eat here on the front line.
