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November 27, 1914 My dearest Lucille, We have finally finished our trench on the front lines. It is nearly 400 miles long and I can see the enemy encampments when I peek above the lip of our makeshift shelter. The reserve trenches are nearly completed, but I fear these holes we have dug will become our graves. They say they will start a rotation schedule to determine where we fight. Since we dug the front, my commanding officer says I will start the rotation in the reserve. I will have two whole weeks before I truly see war. I wish to
see you again soon. Yours forever, Max
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