Goals of the Russian Revolution
Posted on January 11, 2008
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April 24, 1915 Western Front
Dear Journal;
Here I lay in my bed, condemned for the sins of another. To say the war is going well would be a lie; it is far from going well. I long to be at home with my dear family: my beloved wife, my dear cherished daughter. Alas, here I am at the front of a war machine. A machine yes, but a broken one, being slowly, peace by peace torn apart. Who would have guessed before the war that this would be the state of us? It’s all the cursed czar. Without him all our problems would disappear.
Ok let’s start at the beginning. I didn’t want to be here in the beginning. They said we were stronger than the Germans for walking to the battle, stupid is all we are if you ask me. What good is an army if we are too tired to fight? No good at all. Marching at all hours of night to make up for lost time, because of a late order we all knew would arrive sooner or later. Is everyone a complete fool?
Then came the attack. Perhaps no one told the Germans we were supposed to attack first. When the shells began to drop the officers were the first to run and hide. At least they could see they were no better than any other before they died. Perhaps if someone with a little common sense was in charge. How difficult is it to know that if your being bombed retreat, or fight, don’t just watch and hope nothing hits you. Its stupid, the whole system, fighting with you sword against a gun, I have seen no good come to anyone attempting that strategy. Wearing all our gear? I have seen few dead men care about looking civilized. russian revolution
The only sane people I have met around are the nurses. What courageous women. Perhaps they should be out fighting, for I’m positive they could lay waste to the entire Russian army. That’s were I am no in the nurses camp helping them, thank God I survived this long. I am twice as happy hear as out on the front fighting, at least here you can talk to people between the men coming in. Some walking, some crawling, some even bellies in the dust like a snake. We do what we can, which is little, but we must do our best. holocaust timeline
Thank god we are finally retreating. It is about time we realized we couldn’t win this war. It doesn’t stop the steady flow of men coming in though. We work night and day, and the gunfire never stops. I say let the Germans come. One tyrant or another what does it matter. Times are getting worse, I wish I could go back to the days of marching, but I’ll survive. I always do.
Alexander
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