Greetings. my name is John Mapper. I am an American soldier in World War I. The year is 1917 and America has sent its first troops to the front lines. I am a member of platoon 201. Victory seems inevitable, the Germans keep advancing as we lose more territory. We have almost lost all of our morale.

We hold our rifles up high as the Germans were watching our every move.we knew that this would be our destiny. we also knew that we would probably not make it out. Overhead there were American biplanes followed by the French Legioners that would arrive soon in our area. the Germans were shooting at them.we saw several of them go down. we knew that every time a plane went down, two or one person could have died. we knew this war must end, for the sake of the world.

The commander yelled the order and we all went into the back of the trench. We soon learned that half of our platoon was knocked out by poison gas. Twas a sad day for the rest of our platoon. the troops were filled with great sadness. but we had to keep pressing forward if we were to see this war’s end.

Soon we were off again, we had just gotten in the second Trench, but we still had to move back yet even further. the Commander ordered that the organ guns get fired. the Oregon guns fired  through the barbed wire fences. however, the barbed wire was not strong enough to hold for our defenses and the Germans charged and all of my platoon was killed but me.

 

 

I learned that the Germans invaded the trench. they were surrounding this trench as I write this journal. I knew that soon there will be no place to hide. I had to use the secret entrance. Signed John Mapper, August 14th 1917.