November 10th, 1918. The winter was hitting us hard and many of us were dying. We heard there was medicine in the other trench so I went over by myself. I snuck into the trench while my team distracted them. When I snuck in, I saw the medical supplies and I took them but then I heard a gun being pointed. Someone on my team shot him and red blood splattered everywhere. November 11th. A lot less of us were dying because of the medicine. Somebody ran into our trench and said. “The war is over, we signed a contact to end it”. Now World War 2 is happening and I’m too old to fight in it. We could have ended the fight years before that but we didn’t. So we are our own greatest enemy.