Journal de bord d'un poilu

Journal de bord d'un poilu

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"Cette annonce de grossesse est la cause de ce journal. Je veux plus tard le léguer à mon enfant, afin qu'il ou elle ait une trace de mon passage sur Terre, un héritage de son père. Et éventuellement, si les circonstances s'y prêtent, que mon enfant soit fier de moi." Pierre Dupuy a 23 ans en 1914. Son journal de bord ainsi que les quelques lettres qu'il y a glissé vont vous faire voyager depuis son petit village jusqu'au cœur des tranchées. Les personnages sont entièrement fictifs, mais les évènements cités sont bien réels. Les chapitres sont très courts, ne vous inquiétez pas de leur quantité ! ;) Écrit par @Mellouille et moi-même dans le cadre d'un projet scolaire.
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"War... though we were never accustomed to it in the first place, has become rampant and fierce throughout these lands. And now we suffer the fate of our abusr and indifference. Viotile abominations walk the earth, killing everyone and devouring anyone or anything in its path. I leave this journal of mine in hopes that one day, a survivor from the war could tell the story and spread it across far and wide. There is no going back. This will be my final entry as is. Though most of the content might be vague, but I want them to spread the story in another way. Not me as a queen, but me as a woman, a warrior, a mother. My daughter... I am sorry I am not there for you. I may never come back from this, so incase you are of right age, My sister will show you this and you'll be able to know the truth. I pray that you'll grow up into a wonderful woman of your own. I love you..." -Last entry, 678 C.L.E, Serena Von Lionheart

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