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December 20th,1914 Dear Journal, Attention everyone,i am Torry O'keefe and im in World war 1.I chose to be a soldier. Last night was the start of the Battle of Chapagne on December 20th 1914.Its only the begining and my best friend already lost his life by a granade and he lost too much blood because the metal cut off his legs.I ran to go help him but it was too late .The communication trench also tried to help him by giving him gouze he was already gone.He was only 26, thats all I was thinking about the next day was about him but i knew he wanted me to move on. Anyways The French commander (Joffre) wanted the war to end quickly but I dont thinks thats going to happen.I cant wait to get over with this war and get my christmas box that my family will get me.Sometimes they give me tabacco,chocolate,pipes and lots of sweets.It was paid for by cotributions made to the sailors and soldiers.The box contained a christmas picture of the princess.My family and friends usually gives me gifts and supplies.



Mid April,1917 Dear Journal, Last time I wrote was during the Battle Of Chapagne,that battle ended about two moths later in febuary. During the Battle Of Boot their was an onset sandstorm that however brought the Brittish generals to a hult.The storm ended late afternoon but blistering tempeatures ensured that our general (Marshall) could not persue forces into mountains for a while.After the sandstorm the put me in the support trench.Their are actually four different trenches, the front line trench/attack trench which was about a mile away from the Germans attack trench.Several hundred yards away is the support trench that had back up men and supplies.Another trench is the reserve trech which also had back up men and supplies.The last and final trench is the communication trench which allowed messages,supplies and men amog the trenches.Although the trenches were great when were off duty,there are millions of rats in trenches and when some people died by gettin shot,bombed or badly wounded they would eat at our flesh until its all gone.

September 12th,1918 Dear Journal, I just found myself laying on the ground with a broken arm, a finger thats hanging off of a peice of skin and badly wounded during the Battle of Havrincourt,I dont know what happened! The last thing i remember is when the third army captured the village of Havrincourt with the help of our British general Sir Julian Byng's.Now im cold,and i feal really bad pains on my arm.I only can hear a really high pitched sound and my ears ringing.I think a granade just went off by me and thats why im wounded.All i can see is the sky and gun shots getting fired in the air. All im thinking about is being by my family fealing happy.But im not letting this hold me back otherwise i feal im letting my country down! I rip off the finger thats dangling off my hand without hesitating while trying to get up to help my country out and im in a surgical truck getting transfered to the hospital,i tried to get up but the doctors kept telling me to stay still.Later on i get to the hospital and they gave me surgery on my back. I didnt know why until the doctor told me i had shrap metal in my back and he had to get it out.I didnt even feel that pain of when the bomb exploded! I ask the doctor if he could sew my finger back together but he said he couldnt. I knew i had to get over the fact ill have a missing finger for the rest of my life but it could of been worse. I could have suffered in a painful death. The doctor said that im finally going to see my family again because i can't go back into the war. i had the biggest smile on my face when he said that,but I will always be sad thinking about all the people who died that day and throughout the whole war.

- "memoirs and diaries".Firstworldwar.com.22Dec.09 <http://www.firstworldwar.com/diaries/