My dear sister,
It's now been more then a month that I am stuck at Verdun in these horrible trenches. I suffer from the cold, that is very present during this cold period, sadly it's far from being the only en convenience of this life underground. We are covered in mud, surrounded by mud and we are basically sleeping in mud. I don't even remember what a prary covered in grass looks like. There is cold, mud and horrible smells surrounding us. They are disgusting, it's a mix of dead bodies in putrefaction, of sweat and of pee.... I will let you imagine how much I miss the smell of the rosted pork that you used to cook me on Sunday. Talking about food you cannot imagine how happy I am from recieving your dried biscuits.
