Collection 3
Dear Parents,
Hello mom and dad. It has been three days since I have eaten. We have
gotten new recruits but they die just as fast as they come due to
there lack of experience. I'm still trying to get off of active duty
on the front. I am starting to loose all hope of coming home. If
Jenny asks about me tell her not to worry that I am ready and willing
to die. It's to hard to keep going, watching body after body of young
men falling on top of each other It becomes an embedded image in my
eyes. The screams and the blood gurgling in fellow soldiers mouths as
they struggle for there last breathes. I can do nothing but cry as I
watch stray bullets fly passed me striking into the skulls of others
who aren't so lucky as me, sometimes I wish a bullet would have
claimed my life before this whole nightmare began. I stay distant
from the others cause I fear what will happen if I get attached. All
the people that I once new are gone. I am the only one left even the
mice in the trenches where we sleep are not the original once. I have
seen people choke on their own breathe and I have seen others who
were injured and could not left there heads out of the water in the
trenches, it reeks of death in the trenches and I often have to
vomit, but don't cry for me. If I make it then it will be at gods
will. I love you mom and dad.
sincerely
jonathan
Dear family,
Everything is going just as planned here, well not really, all we
keep doing is fighting back and forth to control ground. We sit in
trenches for hours, sometimes days; a lot of people are dying for no
reason we do not know why we are fighting and our squad is getting
smaller and smaller. Some of the newbies we get can’t even think
for themselves and they do stupid things that get them injured when
they should not have done it in the first place.
Hopefully the war will be over soon and I can come home soon. I think
they are starting to buckle. I will write the next time we have free
time. I think they are going to attack tomorrow because they have
been bombing all night to keep us awake. I love you.
Your son,
Jonathan
Dear family,
it has been three months out here on the front lines, and many of my
colleagues have been maimed in one way or another. These German
troops are well trained, but I am confident that something decisive
will happen soon, most likely in our favor. It is lonely up here on
the front, but we try to find ways to pass the down time between
meaningless battles. I get little rest due to the constant shelling
from the enemy, but it is all right. I am sure the war will end soon,
and I will be reunited with the rest of you. How are our sons doing,
I hope to be back soon, and if all goes well I will be. Also, not to
alarm you or anything, but yesterday I was wounded in
battle, nothing serious... I just took a grenade off the face. I was
lucky though, in all the chaos, the German soldier forgot to pull the
pin out. I have a black eye now, but I was able to use the grenade
and kill a group of Germans. Give my regards to everyone at home.
Wish I were home with all of you,
--JON
(DJ)
Dear Mom and Dad,
I can not begin to describe the horrible sights and feelings that I
have gone through. This war is horrible. People tell us solders to
risk our lives to win a little piece of land. You could be walking
and talking to your friend then five minutes later you could see him
being shot to death by the enemy gun fire, and you can't do anything
but run back to the trenches. Sometimes when you look around, you see
your friends or your foes dropping like flies.
Often we are driven back to our trenches. We sometimes stay there for
long periods of time. In that period of time we contract this fungus
called trench foot. What it is, is your foot gets wet for long
periods of time that you skin starts to peel away from your muscle or
bone.
My friends and I talk for long periods of time because we have time
in between attacks. We mostly talk about the war and how it is an
unjust war. We still don’t know what we are fighting for, after
three years of talking.
I am hoping that this war will end very soon, or we will have many
men dying for an unjust war.
Love from your son,
John
Dearest Loved Ones,
With each day that passes I crave to be safe at home surrounded in
your love. The conditions here are not anything to be esthetic about.
We see our friends gunned down, the innocent protecting innocent. One
by one our innocence is no longer for nor are we. This war is the
worst thing one can hope not to experience. I hope that this would
all end, but hope gets us no where. Our officers are no where near
by, I wonder why that is! If I shall die, which is a greater
possibility then returning to you, know I love you and did this not
for my country but for each and everyone of you.
The tiredness that accompanies me is unbearable. We do not have
bathrooms, and the rain will not let up.......just like our enemies.
Bodies everywhere. If I had a penny for 10 I'd be well off. The pain
of death has yet to come but I feel I have lost this struggle yet to
begin.
LOVE
Stacy
Letter Home From an Australian Soldier
Dear Father and Mother,
I am writing to you from the front at the war. It is in the middle of
the night so we are not at battle right now. But as I am writing to
you, I am sitting in a trench that was dug for our protection. It is
in horrible condition and it is also very unsanitary. There are dead
bodies piled in here, it is infested with rats, and to make things
worse, we have been getting lice over and over for a couple of days
now and it has been raining for three days straight, so the trench is
filled with mud. The ground is so slippery and more and more people
are dying each and everyday that comes. Soldiers are getting stuck in
the mud, which is ankle deep, and then they are getting shot and
killed by our enemies from their advantage. I think that serving on
the front during the war is really scary. I have never been so
terrified in all my life. It is truly a frightening experience, one
that you never want to have for yourself. I am feeling very homesick,
and I wish that I had never lied about my age to join. Since I am
only twelve, I am the youngest one here on the front. Most people are
surprised that I have made it this far, especially me. And right now,
I wish I could come home. And mother and father, I have some news for
you that are not good. I was next to an artillery shelter when it
blew up and it blew off one leg and one arm and I was severely
wounded in other places too, but I don't want you two to worry any,
because I will be all right. I will survive the war and be home in no
time, just wait, you'll see........Um dear parents of Francis S.
Parker, your son was just shot and killed by a surprise attack. We
are very sorry.
Sincerely,
General Hurst
(Melissa)
Dear loves,
How is everyone at home these days, I have missed you all so very much.
Today has not been so bad, at least, not as bad as others. It is strange
to me that I say "not too bad", when just this morning, we had a man
come in who had been in the middle of a gas explosion. Shortly after
that, he was trying to run to safety and was caught in the barb
wire. When he was brought in he was crying uncontrollably. I wanted to
take him in my arms and hold him to reassure him that everything would
be all right. I am in constant sadness of the lives and stories in which
I hold. At first it was not so bad; and I enjoyed my job as a nurse.
But then there was such a wave of incomprehensible destruction of lives.
I've seen so much blood and gore that I am growing accustom to it. It's
late now, and I must rest to prepare for the day at hand. I will be
home soon. No need to worry, I love all of you very much and cannot
wait to see you.
love always,
Christann