Weeks went by without event, and all in all life was a bit on the boring side, believe it or not.
About two weeks after i had first arrived in the front line ( you lose track of time when you have nothing to go by) we had to defend from a mini-surge of German attacks, which saw the second of our number fall. This time it was Chrisps. It was strange because he actually survived the attack, and later commited suicide from depression. We mourn his cameo role yet are ever more scared.
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