Hello. I am Jonathan Joestar, and I'm a Canadian soldier in the war. Ever since I joined the army, it has been horrible. The living conditions, the food, the guns, all horrible.
The training camps was even worse. We had bad equipment, bad clothing, scarce food, too many to name.
A lot of my friends died, and it became normal to me. We raided trenches, soldiers died, and I was just lucky to be alive.
And in the trenches, where we stayed in for weeks (and sometimes months) smelled bad, water was everywhere, rats were everywhere, and dead bodies everywhere I look. And there was diseases spreading.
Sometimes the weather was harsh, but we had to fight through the pain of it all. I didn't expect it to be that harsh at all. I thought this war would be a simple trip, but I was wrong. Every second I hear a bomb go off. When was it my turn to die? I simply don't know.
I cannot wait to get out of this hell. To live a normal life. To have a wife and a kid. A job that pays well, a house, and respect from other...