June 1st 1915

Today was a bad day, we are recovering from an attack from the squad of enemy fighters that blended in the misty night. The Turkish distracted us as the fighters came in for their attack. Me, Rahowl and Ashley where moving to the front line with Ammo and med-packs. Ashley was carrying a backpack of med-kits, Rahowl was carrying a box of ammo. As for me, I was in front of them covering them. We were getting close, orange lines flying by us. I could hear planes. "Everyone get down" I yelled. The Fighters fired at the front lines killing about 100-200 soldiers. I rushed up to the front and I saw bodies dead or critically injured. "Ashley, Rahowl. Help get these wounded out of here, I'll cover you" I said cocking my rifle. "Roger that" Said the two. They went to carry injured. I rushed to a MG bunker, only two men were still there but they were taking care of wounded. "Is this MG still functional" I asked. One of them nodded. I reloaded it and started to fire. "We got enemies in the trench" Yelled a soldier. I had an idea. "Get out of here I'll cover you" I said. They rushed out and I grabbed the MG42 and positioned myself ready for the enemies. I heard gas and the sound of flames, a man with Metal armor and holding a Flamethrower stepped around the corner. I remember listening to Rahowl talk about flamethrowers and their weaknesses. The tanks on their backs are that weakness. I started firing, but the bullets didn't do anything to the Flamethrowers armor and he came closer. I started to move back. I saw a box of grenades, and the Flamethrower moved inside and I started firing at the box of grenades and they blew up behind the flamethrower and it blew up the flamethrowers gas tank blowing up the bunker which blew me back knocking me out. I only woke up not too long ago so I better get going.

Sincerely Private John Smith