Dear Diary

Dear Diary,



I'm just sitting in the trench at the moment, 
relaxing with the rats,
at first I was scared of them (I know, a grown man scared of a rat!) but now I've grown to put up with them.
 
I'm just waiting for the sign now, the sign to go over the top.


For hours now I've been thinking about the possibility that I might make it home for Christmas, to my beautiful wife and gorgeous baby girl Rosie. My wife sent me a letter the other morning; she told me Rosie's first word was dada.
Every time I read the letter it makes me cry because she is never going to meet me. 

So Rosie if you read this, I love you beautiful. 
Love dada 



By Evie
Year 9

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