Hello ,
the war is still not over. Sometimes I fight and sometimes I'm in the back. The living conditions are terrible, we are full of mud, wet, there are rats, there are unpleasant odors. I really want to go home, to see you all together. The war is horrible, there is mortar fire, guns, weapons, it's terrifying. Every moment I tell myself that I can die ... I hope the whole family is fine. See you
