This is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into. You thought you could be the big hero - going off to war as soon as you could. Girls love a man in uniform. How many girls did you think you were going to see in a bloody trench? How did you ever think you were a man?
And then you got lost, how did you even manage that? Who is going to believe you? They'll think you ran away. Deserted. Coward. They'll shoot you if they find you. Both sides.
There's just you now Luc. No way of posting a letter home now, write to yourself! They'll think you're dead. They'll hope you're not. Hide in the fields during the day, walk up the road looking for food on a night. Which direction is home? It only matters to pray that way. Pray that whoever finds you is merciful.
I really did get lost.
Mum, if you ever read this somehow, I got lost. I promise. I didn't desert them. I just got lost.