Trench 52, The Frontline
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Trench 52 The Frontline 25.10.1916 7 Park Lane Hall Green Birmingham Dear Mother, How are you? I am writing this letter to tell you that I am safe and well so far, and to tell you the conditions of the trenches that I am living in. Our trenches are wet and cold, ankle deep in mud and at this time some of them do not even have dug-outs. In some places trenches are waist deep in water. Time is spent digging, filling sandbags, building up parapets, fetching stores, etc. I do not have time to be weary. Three men were killed from falling dug-outs. I haven't had a wash since we came into these trenches and we are all covered with mud from head to foot. Hell is the only word descriptive of the weather out here and the state of the ground. It rains every day! Lots of men have been sent off with slight frost-bite. The stench...


