It has been three weeks since I got to the American camp, which might as well be heaven. The new flying machine is being used in the war; apparently, they have already been used and flew across overhead, though I did not catch their sight when I was in the trenches nor catch their sound when I was deafened. I recovered just fine, and so did Dave. Dave disposed of most of the letters he wrote to his family and wrote a whole new one, and sent it. Reklaw, however, is talking about desertion and unpatriotic stuff, which, although I can understand his viewpoint, does not make the situation better.

I am no longer a squad commander, and I was put into another squad that has nine men in total. I did not bother learning their name, but we are supposed to train them based on our battle experiences. (How am I supposed to train them to get used to walking through blood-slime muddy trenches?) The routine training we underwent for the past three weeks while we were here feels incomparable to the actual warfare.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

According to rumors, three days ago in Villers-Bretonneux, there was a clash of landships between the German and Allied armies. When I pressed for more details, no one actually knew that much. However, I have seen one of those “tanks”, and if the Germans have them——I do not want to think about that possibility.

I also heard that the high General John Pershing would, instead of parceling out American troops to British and French armies, would form all-American fighting units, and we will continue fighting sometime next month. I am not sure how much more fighting I can take, but I will do whatever it takes to punish those German devils and aid the United States of America.