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Dear Mrs. ROBINSON,
I am sorry to inform you so late but I'm afraid that you boy as
finally been found. He was found in no mans land died. He had written
a letter to you but it was unable to be sent because it was
unreadable, being covered with your sons blood. The Russian
Government will be sending you letter and a check for your sons
honorable duty in the war. I am deeply sorry that your son was killed
and I send you my condolences. We will also be sending your boy home
to you so you can bury him where you would like.
YOUR SONS GENERAL,
Steve
Dear Mom and Dad,
Hello, how are you? I'm fine. For the first couple of months the war
was focused on the western front. By September we took a stand along
the Marne River because the German troops were fighting their way
toward Paris. Then during the Autumn of 1914 we and the French fought
the Germans in a series of battles. At a city name Ypres, we stopped
the Germans soldiers. Then one day around November we were told to
dig long series of trenches which would be protected by mines and
barbed wire. All we have been doing now is fighting. I have no clue
when it will end. As you have probably already heard, Justin has past
on. I was standing right next to him when he died. It was terrible. I
started crying and I took him to bury him myself. But before I did, I
took his lucky necklace. I wear it everyday. I pray for him every
night, will you pray too, it will mean a lot to me. I'm going to go
now, I'll write you later.
love always,
Dana
Dear Mary,
I have missed you so you will
never know the pain I feel in my heart. Life has become so very hard
for me . Right now my life is being spent in the trenches. There has
been heavy gunfire these past few days, I have seen countless
tragedies. The rain comes down in torrential sheets, There is so much
mud it is unbearable. At times when I hear the gunfire I feel fear
into the depths of my heart, knowing I could have died. We cannot
leave the trenches for we all fear the inevitable death. I think of
you each day and the life I used to lead, I know now that I will
never be the same again. The trenches are horrible . There is mud
everywhere every time I take a step the mud engulfs my boots. I am
forced to use the bathroom right near where my head lies at night. I
am always in constant fear of dying every time I hear the men yell
"Gas, Gas incoming!!" I fear that I will never take another breath of
air again. I cry silently at night for the men who gave there lives
for their country for the liberty that we are all fighting for.
Sometimes I think I will die How come I must live and the man next to
me must meet a terrible death? I do not think I will ever know that
answer. Yesterday the man next to me was shot in the head just inches
from where I was standing. I turned to the man And I said a silent
prayer for him, His eyes were lifeless and his body went into
convulsions as I stood there and silently wept for this man. I wept
for his family and the life that he once knew, His I identity had
been stripped his life had been cut short at such a young age. I wept
for my country and how many men had died for this great war yet I was
still standing. Men that were there with me moments before have
passed away into the night. As I write this letter I think of the
times when heard stories about other great wars I never knew how much
the men I these wars gave to their country. I fear I will never see
you again nor will I see my family. I see men getting shot each day
knowing the next bullet fired could strike me and kill me And I will
have nothing to show for my life. I think About all the great I ideas
I have in how to make England better for all of us while I am here I
wonder how many great minds have been ruined. I look into the night
sky while I am writing this and I think about all that once was and
now how I must move on in life. I will stand strong and struggle
through life here in the trenches.
Love always, Franklin Montgomery (British Soldier)
Heather
Dear Mom and Dad,
Hello, it is me writing to you again from the war. I just recieved the socks that were sent to me and once again i have dry feet, but the fleas are really starting to but me, they are everywhere! I have my own gun and i have killed many man and have seen many men die. I pray everynight that I will not end up dying like i have seen so many people do. I have seen bombs dropped, men shot, people stabbed and gas take the oxygen right out of someone. All of these things could have been in my worst nightmare, but they are in reality. I feel so powerless in this war with so many men and I feel that I can't possibly make a difference by killing 3 or 4 men. Well I hope that this war will end soon and I will be at my lovely home again.
Jeff