Dear DJ
Right now I am in my trench.A shell hit my best friend.The
soup is vile.I found a rock in my soup.I am in the front row.
It is very deadly and scary .I got shot in the arm.
Lots of people have DIED.Lots and lots
of people are hurt.I have not washed my clothes in
6 months. Now I have to go I wish I was with you.
By your dear loving sister Maddison. XXXXXX
this is a trench.