My dearest, I am so cold that I find it difficult to keep my hand steady enough to write. You remember when we swam the last two fingers of your hand went the colour and texture of candles with the cold. Well that is how I am all over. It is almost four days since I had any real sensation in my feet or legs. Everything is frozen. The ground is like steel.
我最亲爱的，我大冷了，我发现让自己的手稳稳地写字都很难。你是否还记得我们一起游泳的时候，你最后两根手指冻得顏色和质地如同蜡烛一般。那正是此刻我全身的感觉。几乎已经四天了，我的脚和腿还是没有任何知觉。一切都那么寒冷。大地冷得如同钢一般。
Forgive me telling you this but I feel I have to say it to someone. The worst thing is the dead. They sit or lie frozen in the position they died. You can distinguish them from the living because their faces are the colour of slate. God help us when the thaw comes... This war is beginning to have an effect on me. I have lost all sense of feeling. The only emotion I have experienced lately is one of anger. Sheer white trembling anger. If I live through this experience I will be a different person.
原谅我把这件事告诉你，但是我觉得我必须要把这件事告诉某个人。最糟糕的事情是那些死的人。他们就那样被冻死，保持着坐着或躺着的姿势。你可以把他们和活人分辨开来，因为他们的脸色像石板。冰雪消融时，上帝帮助了我们……这场战争开始对我产生影响。我已经失去了所有的感觉。最近我所经历的唯一的情感就是愤怒，完全苍白无力的、令人战栗的愤怒。如果我能在这次战争中存活下来，我会变成一个不同的人。