It’s already been a month living in the trenches. I truly miss the bush, especially the taste of meat! The wemistikoshiw love Elijah very much. It’s his tongue. His tongue is so much more helpful than mine. Today, we walked down to the front line with pressure and anxiety built within me; I was terrified to be shot. A short while after, a tremendous storm had come our way. We lay beneath the wet, muddy trenches with awful little mice running up our backs looking for some warmth. It is a cold day today. The wind from the north had blown against my face sending shivers up my scrawny spine. My toes are numb; my body is wet and soggy. We later that day approach no mans land to fire away many souls. I never use to enjoy shooting, but now I sort
