A Protogen In A World War

Chapter Two. 1915 January 15th

Floofy would be sitting on a duckboard as he pulls out his notepad and pencil and starts writing "Mother I have been at the front for a year now. I have made friends and memories mostly terrible memories but the British shell us none stop but the German people do not know what the condition is like here. . . It is horrible but I shall write you soon." Floofy would put his notebook and pencil away and start walking through the trench but he didn't like being in military he wanted to with his friends but instead joined like a fool but floofy would sit in a little quiet spot that was very nice but floofy would rest his head against the dirt that was being blocked by his helmet so he had no worries of his fur getting even more dirty but he would stay there for a hour before standing up and peaking over the top for 3 seconds but floofy would continue walking and enter a little dugout as the artillery resumes pounding our trench but floofy would sit at a table that was just a picnic table but floofy would look around as the dugout was quickly filled but floofy would sit on a bunk without realizing a shell shocked soldier was sitting on but floofy would just pat his back and look around as the dugout was full of people talking and the occasional shell hitting nearby but floofy would stand up and sit back down at the table and rest his head on his arms and fall asleep.