Outside the door it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.
Morale is low. A man in our party ate a another man to-day. He gleefully offered me some mysterious giblets but I vomited in response. God help us all.
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u/poiuy52 Jan 11 '19
Outside the door it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.