March 14th
"To this day I still wonder why God had put me here in this dangerous and lonely trench. I was going to be a bartender at the appletom's city pub. I hear they make a mean moonshine, its just damn tragic that I had to be drafted to this god-forsaken trench."
Thomas Drans, 1941
As Thomas finished writing in his journal, he heard a gun shot. "Holy shit! Capitan Bryans is dead!" At the moment, Thomas knew there would be catastrophe. "Where the hell did it come from?" Screamed a random soldier from the group of raiders, "C'mon! Breathe Goddammit, breathe!" The tears ran down Thomas's eyes, "Everyone! Move up North!" Thomas was frightened, "capitan's dead, there's no hope for us", he mumbled as Peterson pulled him along the dirt path.
